Bun-B Get Throwed (Feat. Pimp C, Z-Ro, Young Jeezy & Jay-Z) Lyrics

[Intro]
Smoke somethin, b____
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh

[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill n____
Polo f___ that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other n____z s___ don't come back right
That's how n____z get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these n____z ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, f___ a fight
Cause n____z out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money n____ f___ the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain

[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
Good weed, good drink, big money, we - (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed

[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never f___ a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a n____ baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the b____ n____, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
m_________ the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will f___ three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a b____ know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a n____ gettin throwed

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Young Jeezy]
You already know what it is, n____
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, n____ USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (d___!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the brakes, hit the lights and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
n____z coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha

So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC n____, hit by hit
I'm r_____ed with the glock n____, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all n____z want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

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