Bun B Feat. Z-Ro & J. Prince II Trill lyrics

Aw yeah, what's up, pimp? I feel ya presence right now
Yo Bun, you know many are called and few are chosen
You the chosen one, my nigga
The future president, congratulations

By the way, I need you to send a trill message to some
And a subliminal message to others
About this throwin' rocks and then hidin' ya hand, bitch
Please let â€~em know that we gon' give 'em what they ask for

Mayne, I'm too hard for all you soft niggas
Too real for most of you lames
Too raw to be in this rap shit and in the streets it's the same
Too throwed off in this game, too true to my hood
I'm too down to get down, so, let's get it understood

Too bad to be good, too golden not to glisten
Too focused for fuck boys to fuck off my mission
Too smart not to listen when G's pull my coat
â€~Bout them white folks that's listenin' and watchin' my boat

That's real shit you can quote, I'm too gangsta, too street
So don't run up too fast â€~cause I'm too strapped with that heat
I'm too dirty to be me, too gorilla to be monkey
Too fly to stay grounded, too fresh to be funky

Too many licks for junkies, too much work for flippers
Too much dro for smokers, too much amp for dippers
No need for you to trip â€~cause we bring too much drama
Got too many killas, put that on my mamma, II trill

I'm II trill, too, too, too real
All about my dollar bills and even if I tried
I could never fall off too much money on my mind

I'm II trill too, too, too real
Hard as penitentiary steel, it's simple and plain
If I retired you young'uns wouldn't know what to do with the game

And I'm too serious for this play playin', it's too much bread to make
For me to fuck of my time with these cats that's too fake
I done seen too many wakes, since sent too many to 'em
Your homeboy can get it, I'm too ready to do him

Too many guns I can pull, too many slugs I can bust

Leave yo brain matter, bone fragments and dick up in the dust
Too many niggas I done crushed to let yo bitch ass come try me
That smart game got gun play, you'll be screamin', ‽Why me?”

Too close, don't get by me, you too prone to tell
â€~Bout these bodies we catchin', this dope that we sell
You too weak, mayne, too frail, too light up in yo britches
You too much dick ridin', manye, you worse than these bitches

Too many snitches that you breakin' bread wit
You too close to police, boy, you on some fed shit
So you can go head with that sale, we won't buy
I'm too smart for all that dumb shit you know but boys try, I'm II trill

I'm II trill, too, too, too real
All about my dollar bills and even if I tried
I could never fall off too much money on my mind

I'm II trill too, too, too real
Hard as penitentiary steel, it's simple and plain
If I retired you young'uns wouldn't know what to do with the game

And I'm too sick of all this sweet shit â€~cause I'm seein' too much smilin'
Too much punk ass posin' and punk ass profilin'
Too many niggas be frontin' like they got the town on lock
With too much money in the bank and too many hoes is on they jock

But you smoke too many of them rocks that you claimin' you done sold
I done been out on them blocks and you ain't got too much control
Man, you workers ain't that cold, they some hoes more or lesser
And they too ready to fold â€~cause they can't take too much pressure

Do we mash on them? Yes sir, they in violation, go get â€~em
It won't be too long befo' we mop up the flo' with â€~em
It's rap-a-lot for life, we done been here too long
To let these hata's bring us down, we too right, they too wrong

I'm too black and too strong to go out like a punk
Too ready for the ruckus, too close to my trunk
We can pop or we can jump, we can blast or we can go
From the shoulders, bitch, I tried to told you but if you ain't kno', I'm II trill