Bun B Get Throwed Lyrics

(feat. Pimp C, Young Jeezy, Jay-Z & Z-Ro)

[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, I'm 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 sending men out
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] (adlibs)
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 minute man do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lions 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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