Bye! lyrics

by

Z-Ro


[Verse: Bun B]
Breaker break one-nine, runnin' from the one-time
They on my ass, they don't like the way I done mine
Or do mine, I'm on a true grind
They was 'bout to hate a n*gga like me in due time
A real n*gga, a trill n*gga
A down to get down, don't make me have to kill n*gga
'Cause I will, n*gga, on the real, n*gga
Hit you in your back, from waist down you won't feel, n*gga
When that banana clip peel, n*gga
It drop tall, short, big and lil' n*ggas
Then it drop house n*ggas and bill n*ggas
So you better watch your back, we on your heel, n*gga
So you best be on your toe, n*gga
We lay it down, real n*ggas and hoe n*ggas
Layin' down his n*ggas and yo n*ggas
'Dem n*ggas, those n*ggas, anything goes, n*ggas
Catch you at the studio or at the show, n*gga
Comin' out the barber shop or jewelry store, n*gga
At the Chevron or at the Texaco, n*gga
With your main b*tch or with yo side hoe, n*gga
Waitin' at the front, back, and side door, n*gga
Soon as we see ya, you know we let go, n*gga
And we don't care about the set you [?], n*gga
Or the hood you represent, what for, n*gga?
You got four n*ggas? You need more n*ggas
So bring a [?], maybe ten, even though, n*gga
And even then, n*gga, you can't win, n*gga
Now when you tryna f*ck with B-U-N, n*gga
I got them fresh up out the pen n*ggas
Who don't give a f*ck about goin' back in, n*gga
And you don't wanna know where they been, n*gga
And you don't want to go where they send n*ggas
'Cause wherever they begin, n*gga
They ain't stoppin' 'til your heartbeat end, n*gga
So ain't no need to pretend, n*gga
Like we cool, you ain't my motherf*ckin' friend, n*gga
You ain't down with me or my men, n*gga
So we can get it poppin', just say when, n*gga
I come around the [?] and straight bend n*ggas
Take that blood in the mud and make it blend, n*gga
Now watch the chopper slugs spin n*ggas
Like Michael Joe Jackson singing Ben, n*gga
And when I check you on your chin, n*gga
It's R.I.P. for you, just like him, n*gga
Reppin' P.A.T. live from Houston, n*gga
And we don't give a f*ck, we gets it in, n*gga
'Cause we off n*ggas, then we end n*ggas
Like Frankie man down, code ten, n*gga
Blowin' stanky, puttin' dro up in the wind, n*gga
Pass the cup, I'm 'bout to pour me up some Hen', n*gga
[?] slept the same way I pimp the pen, n*gga
And God only made one, there's no twin, n*gga
The closest thing to me was my brother, n*gga
And after me, there will never be another, n*gga
Not a tighter n*gga, or a tougher n*gga
Or a writer n*gga, or a rougher n*gga
That'll leave a chicken-hearted n*gga smothered, n*gga
And if you didn't know then you finna discover, n*gga
While we make these pus*y n*ggas run for cover, n*gga
They screamin' for they daddy and they f*ckin' mother, n*gga
'Cause we ain't scared to squab and straight duff a n*gga
This rappa like the mob, they try'na cuff a n*gga
They even sendin' undercover n*ggas
That's why you gettin' stuffed up in the duffel, n*gga
So spy all you wanna spy, n*gga
And keep on tryin' all the f*ck you wanna try, n*gga
Not me and my n*ggas
You know why, n*gga?
It's U.G.K. for life until we die, n*gga
That's true stories, no lie, n*gga
Bet yo ass, you can put that on P.I., n*gga
We gon' ride for H-town like G.I., n*gga
Ain't got no love for a mother f*ckin' C.I., n*gga
Naw, you ain't gettin' in, is you high, n*gga?
We been keepin' game, you ain't sly, n*gga
My pistol never jam like it's God, n*gga
And it's known to make a n*gga's momma cry, n*gga
Trill n*ggas known to make the slugs fly, n*gga
Them bullets droppin' like it's rain from the sky, n*gga
And when it's over, ain't no need in askin' why, n*gga
You gettin' no reply, n*gga
Bye, n*gga
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