Trill Over Everything Bun B (Ft. Killa Kyleon)

[Intro: Pimp C]
Yeah
Trill over everything, huh?
That's easy with me
I was brought up on these PA streets
Raised off Efectos and three for ten suites
Rest in peace Lil Don and Dee Ray, they was the hardest to me
See this trill way of life is part of me like a artery
And when it comes to, it ain’t no bargain
So to the ones misinformin’, here’s your fair warnin'
We trill over everything
Nah, for real

[Verse 1: Bun B]
My Cadillac and my chrome rims, stitch and tuck and my paint job
Vogue tires, my neon lights, trunk on bang and my shit hard
Top drop and my trunk pop, woodgrain and it’s all new
Spruced up and I’m juiced up and my deuce chunked when I fall through
Piece 'n chain and my gold ring, Rolex and that bezel lit
I’m G’ed up from the feet up, when we meet up, you can tell the shit
You love me, I’m benevolent, cross me, it’s malevolence
Your bitch bad, but mine better, bitch, put a pussy up, we could settle it
I ride slow and I sit low, hat cocked and my gun too
Wit' my Levis and my Jordan 5s, white Tee, that's how Bun do
Only roll with one crew, one side, one town
That’s PA, and that’s all day, sun up ‘til the sun down
Pimp City, Bun Town, live for it and die too
Don’t disrespect when I slide through or them trill niggas'll slide you
I’m from the south, I’m a southern nigga, corn bread in the oven, nigga
Big woman give me lovin’, cousin, you can hate it or love it nigga