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Bernard Freeman (born March 19, 1973) professionally known by his stage name Bun B, is an American rapper and was one half of the southern rap duo UGK (UnderGround Kingz). He is also a guest lecturer at Rice University located in Houston, Texas. He recently released his third official solo album Trill OG on August 3, 2010, which received a 5 Mic "Classic" rating in The Source Magazine - the first album in over five years to receive the honor. Bun B is married with two stepchildren. more »

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2013

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Triller
Say ain't nobody triller
I'm a motherfuckin' killer
Say ain't nobody triller
And you know it's for real

Wake up in the morning, give thanks to the Lord
For giving me another day so I can go hard
Never been fraud, always kept it true
Get dressed, hit the street try ta' see what it do
Cut a few corners, chunk a few dubs
Get 'em, jump back, trill niggas show love
Some try to hate, I don't pay it no mind
Either get with me or get like me, that's on the grind
Candy paint shine as I flip through the city
Ridin' 84s, and them hoes look pretty
Had dirty money way before P Diddy
I'm just tryna squeeze a little mo' milk up out the titty is ya with me?

I'mma put it down my nigga
Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga
Boys talking down on a nigga
But since day one I've been a killer mayne and ain't nobody triller
Say ain't nobody triller
I'm a motherfucking killer
H-Town in this bitch
And you know it's for real

Riding drop top in the Fleetwood Lac
The sun is shining down on my Astro's hat
I'm all about the cheese but I never been a wreck
Gotta keep it to yo self, what part of the game is that?
You see me rollin' 4's on them foes, just flipping
Leaning on the leather through the Southside dipping
You know I got the gat up on my lap with the clip in
Cock back ready but these boys ain't tripping
Who run this bitch? Don't even bother
My granddaddy did, he passed it to my father
My father did his thing like a G
He passed it down to me
Now the neighborhood belong to Bun B, OG

I'mma put it down my nigga
Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga
Boys talking down on a nigga
But since day one I've been a killer manye and ain't nobody triller
Say ain't nobody triller
I'm a motherfucking killer
P.A. in this bitch
And you know it's for real

Pussy niggas need to stay off in they lane
Sitting sidelines, want to quarterback the game
Back seat drivers get to talking too much
But not when I'm around, cause they know they get touched
This the city called Clutch, and that's how we come through
Fake niggas runnin' up? What the f*ck they gon' do?
P.A. trill nigga, no Hilfiger
Put it on yo ass, before when we still we'll nigga
New niggas in the game, get your share
Long as you ain't touching mine, bitch I really don't care
Sets in the air, twist yo fingers til they break
Trill recognize trill, we never roll fake for the game

I'mma put it down my nigga
Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga
Boys talking down on a nigga
But since day one I've been a killer mayne and ain't nobody triller
Say ain't nobody triller
I'm a motherfucking killer
H-Town in this bitch
And you know it's for real

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