Jaw Jackin V.I.C. (Ft. Bun B)
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[Chorus]: [x2]
You and ya boy jaw jackin actin' like you wanna buck
Yo mug all mean like I really give a fuck
Been talkin' like you want it but I got ya
If it's in ya I'mma get it out ya
Right after I done shot ya
[V.I.C.]
I know you heard about me (bout me)
And even if ya ain't, ya heard about Bun B (bop bop)
New to the game, now I'm in the big leagues
I lift weights but my money all ???? (swole)
Price tag on your head cause I'm filthy
So watch what you say, you don't want to get 50 (bop, bop)
Cause I might be a little bit tiny
But you don't see the counters ?????
Grind me, angry, get real
Put a bullet in your head, call it Holyfield
No hands, no feet they kill
Pimp jack you off (ah) and they take chill
Only guns pop here, but they don't kill
I know who did it, but I'll never tell
Will a man rob me you better ask God
And pray you got him in your heart (bop)
[Chorus]:
[x3]
[Bun B]:
Big Bun B to have heater when travel
Put it on your mind watch your brains unravel
Put one in your neighbor watch it leaking out in slow-mo
If until it's no mo, Texas, no homo
Nothin' but them G's playa nothin but them thugs
Nothin but them trill-ass niggas with them drugs
And on top of the game, ain't nothin' above
But some semi-automatics (what?) ??? and slugs
You can try it if you feel it but I wouldn't recommend it
I don't miss what I ain't, you get it if I send it
Just as I intend it
So if you feel the cap, you made outta tephlon nigga it's a rap (rap)
You and ya boy jaw jackin actin' like you wanna buck
Yo mug all mean like I really give a fuck
Been talkin' like you want it but I got ya
If it's in ya I'mma get it out ya
Right after I done shot ya
[V.I.C.]
I know you heard about me (bout me)
And even if ya ain't, ya heard about Bun B (bop bop)
New to the game, now I'm in the big leagues
I lift weights but my money all ???? (swole)
Price tag on your head cause I'm filthy
So watch what you say, you don't want to get 50 (bop, bop)
Cause I might be a little bit tiny
But you don't see the counters ?????
Grind me, angry, get real
Put a bullet in your head, call it Holyfield
No hands, no feet they kill
Pimp jack you off (ah) and they take chill
Only guns pop here, but they don't kill
I know who did it, but I'll never tell
Will a man rob me you better ask God
And pray you got him in your heart (bop)
[Chorus]:
[x3]
[Bun B]:
Big Bun B to have heater when travel
Put it on your mind watch your brains unravel
Put one in your neighbor watch it leaking out in slow-mo
If until it's no mo, Texas, no homo
Nothin' but them G's playa nothin but them thugs
Nothin but them trill-ass niggas with them drugs
And on top of the game, ain't nothin' above
But some semi-automatics (what?) ??? and slugs
You can try it if you feel it but I wouldn't recommend it
I don't miss what I ain't, you get it if I send it
Just as I intend it
So if you feel the cap, you made outta tephlon nigga it's a rap (rap)
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