T.B.A. Bun B & Statik Selektah (Ft. Killa Kyleon & Propain)

[Intro: Bun B]
Welcome, to the Texas Bar Association
You gotta be licensed to spit in this motherfucker tonight
Know what I'm saying?
I got my partner Killa Kyleon with me
I got my homie Propain with me
'Bout to spit these bars, nigga, Texas style
You know what I’m saying?

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Say, I'm bigger, I'm better, Blacker and I'm G'd up
Sippin' on Courvoisier straight, and I'm tree'd up
Shoot my shit like James Harden, and now we three'd up
Bun, Killa and Propain, you better speed up
We in the fast lane, got my foot on the gas, man
So roll, or get rolled over, we on your ass, man
I'm on your bumper like you towin' me
It ain't shit that you really showin' me, so recognize ain't no hoe in me
I'm still that nigga that catch a square and shoot the five
I go super live, you better hope that you survive
But once I get started, I don't slow down
Don't be surprised if I knock a door down in your town
I'm certified, local, state and O.T
Ask your neighborhood OG, that nigga know me
And yeah he'll tell you that I'm not the one
I came to chew bubblegum and whoop ass, nigga, and I'm outta gum