Lyric Return

(Pimp C)

It all started with a Pimp C, bitch
So what the fuck is up
Told em somethin good
Ease up my muthafuckin cut
Cause if you don t really wanna fuck wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real killers
Pop Pop muthafucka there you go
I ma bust em on yo ass if you don t ease up off me ho
Cause trill niggas don t carry no sugar in they nutsac
Just big fat balls and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon give me my money, but you don t hear me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with bulletholes
P.A. nigga, trill ass nigga,
How you figga you can buck me down nigga?
Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what s mine
Instead of buying cars for a bitch named sunshine
Give me what s mine, give me what s mine
before it come down to triggas
Shit, it s the return of the trill ass niggas

Bitch
It s the return of the trill ass niggas
Uh
It s the return of the trill ass niggas
But you can t hear me
It s the return of the trill ass niggas bitch

(Bun B)

Yea muthfuckas
I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull
Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool
A nigga named Bun, a nigga named Bun, no more sun, no more shine
Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter (Buck! Buck!)
Money tight glock, bustin them shots
when I break yo ass off somethin hot
Niggas steady catchin lead to the head, I never aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin, niggas start passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass gathered today
So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a square
Put them hands on yo ass, and bail on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt
Now surprise, surprise
I m gettin chinese eyes
In this bitch here s a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now its the return of the trill ass niggas