Don’t Be a Bitch Busta Rhymes (Ft. Bun B)

[Intro: Bun B]
Yeah that's right
The king of the tril
Linked up with the general of the Flipmode Squad
Bun B
Bussa Bus
What you know about that, nigga?
Eh yo, Bus
I [?] this trill shit
This Flipmode shit
And put it together
[?]

[Verse 1: Bun B]
It's the king of the trill, the president of the south
Sitting in the [?] with a blunt in my mouth
I got the hood on lock, I got the streets on fire
13 years up in the game, and I ain't finna retire
Call me [?] come down to the dirty, niggas know I'm till young in the game, even though I'm passed 30
I can swang in a slab, I can grip on the grain
I can pop trunk wile sitting sideways in [?]
Crawling down on spiders, sitting lower than an ant
Niggas swearing they can take Bun B out, but they can't
You can rant and you can rave, till the fat lady sings
But fuck that [?] bitch, I'm doing my thing
Let them hang while I hold it, [?] stacks, Imma fold it
Outa line niggas, Imma [?]
Put them face down in the toilet, having them sucking shit
'Cause obviously, they done forgot who they was fucking with