Artist: Bun B f/ Big Capp, Young Money Moe Album: Trill O.G. Song: Git In * Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com * Deluxe Edition bonus track [Intro - Big Capp - talking] Yeah, Big Capp, pussy Pussy ass Tryin to get in where you fit in, huh? (Pimp C) Well ain't no room over here (UGK) Bun, Bun (Young Money Moe) II Trill West (West) II Trill (II Trill), II Trill (II Trill), West [Verse 1 - Bun B] Man God damn I hate a buster Talkin about he shinin but his shit is lackluster (lackluster) No karats in his chain, no cluster Nigga you a burger, try to catch up to the mustard (mustard) Lame ass, who responsible for makin you? Phonier than a motherfucker, I can see the fake in you I can see the Jake in you, you look like a teller (like a teller) I ought to shoot ya dog ass, like Old Yeller (like Old Yeller) Fly fella? Hell nah, more like half man Half nothin else, it's so sad, I can't laugh man (man) Or even smirk (smirk), nigga you's a jerk (jerk) You gonna make me have to put in work and go berserk ('serk) Wanna be me ass nigga, get off the testes ('tes) The greatest like Gretzky, don't test me (me) With flyin colors, I'll pass your pop quiz I'm sick, plop, plop, fizz, fizz, you know the biz (biz) [Chorus - Bun B] We been fuckin bitches (bitches), we been stackin riches (riches) We been duckin snitches (snitches) [get in pussy nigga] We been gettin dough (dough), we been bunch of hoes (hoes) With G's and they know (know) [get in pussy nigga] We been sittin clean (clean), we been gettin green (green) We been on the scene (scene) [get in pussy nigga] We been gettin paper (paper), we been shakin haters (haters) We gon' see ya later (later) [get in pussy nigga] [Verse 2 - Bun B] Man God damn I hate a lame (lame) Green as a garden, talkin about he in the game (game) Say he got them grams (grams), barely got them grains (grains) Lyin on your work and it's a motherfuckin shame (shame) Worst than a dame, always peekin in your doors (doors) Short stop and stains (stains), tryin to fuck your hoes (hoes) Trickin on the cool, nigga payin for the freaky (freaky) It ain't like I care but why your ass bein sneaky? (sneaky) To each his own partner, move along partner I don't need a nigga like you in my zone partner Give me fifty feet (feet) or maybe fifty yards (yards) Fuck your fifty town, ? is fraud (fraud) Say you got them yams and you sittin on some yay (yay) Asked him for a ten piece, he hit me with a trey (trey) Got me fucked up partner, who you tryin to play? (play) Keep your dirty dope, your shit ain't butter anyway, okay? [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Money Moe] You better get in where you fit in All these pussy ass niggaz jumpin back on my dick again Been ridin clean, pull up in the newest Benz And I never lose, bitch I was born to win (I was born to win) Man, all these niggaz Powderpuffs Talkin tough, all them drugs got 'em gassed up (gassed up) And it's DOA, if Big Capp come We'll put your body Underground, you could ask Bun (ask Bun) I'm the last of a dyin breed Thirty karats in the piece got your girl eyein me (mommy) It's II Trill West, we a dynasty 'Cause I am, what you're tryin to be Fuck where you're comin from, save your apologies Westside, a rider, got a Makaveli prophecy (Westside) I'm one of the best that they ever seen Young Money Moe, I'm a motherfuckin prodigy (prodigy) [Chorus] [Outro - Big Capp - talking] Yeah, you niggaz heard him We been gettin paper and shakin haters Bun B, UGK, Trill Entertainment (Get in pussy nigga) (Yeah) II Trill West, Big Capp Young Money Moe, Pimp C, rest in peace We love you brother, we miss you bro (Get in pussy nigga) Straight up, pussy I smell pussy (Get in pussy nigga) Pussy ass niggaz