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Skupina:	BUN-B
Album:	Trill
Leto:	2005
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Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or said Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred C.L. Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C The closest homeboy that I ever had Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age Two young boys who was ready to mash Put P.A. on the map and maybe make a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones" Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on Got love in the streets and played on the air But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes We didn't realize what was happening on the real And new management was cutting back room deals Hiding different money and ever sealing the price He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed Remixed the management team and tried it ourself Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters The old manager calling and say he fina' sue And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting He made a call to ?? and folks, telling the man You gotta cut UGK some slack understand Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive We got the big bosses on the same page So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y. It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure Number one song on every station you turn on MTV and BET we getting our burn on Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded And it stated, that due to the success of the track We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast A song like that would might take a nigga to the top But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop They got mad and put niggaz on hold For damn near a year till the buzz got cold So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases He got probation, said fuck you hoes We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows And then he violated, one month before we dropped And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty gritty Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black It's Christmas 2001, bitch we was all that Strongest on the block, nobody could budge And then he violated, now we right back before the judge They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence It was January 28th, he ain't been home since Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble And get back up on my grind on the double He said son don't worry Cause it's not really hard as it seem And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed Then push away from the devil and get closer to me And every since that night man I promise I been on it Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C So soon as you make parole and they open the doors You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life

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