Bun B, J. Prince, Z-Ro - II Trill lyrics

Awww yeahwhat's up pimp I feel
Ya prescence right now
Yo bun you know many are
Called but few are chosen
You the chosen one my nigga
The future president congratulations
By the way I need you to
Send a trill message to some
And a subliminal message to
Others about this throwin'
Rocks and then hidin' ya hand bitch
Please let em know that we gon
Give them what they ask for

Mayne I'm too hard for all you soft niggas
Too real for most of you lames
Too raw to be in this rap shit
And the streets is the same
Too throwed off in this game
Too true to my hood i'm too down to get down
So lets get it understood


Too bad to be good too golden not to glisten
Too focused for fuck boys to
Fuck off my mission
Too smart not to listen when g's pull my coat
Bout them white folks that's listenin
And watchin' my boat
That's real shit you can
Quote, I'm too gangsta, too street
So don't run up too fast cuz
I'm too strapped with that heat
I'm too dirty to be me
Too gorilla to be monkey
Too fly to stay grounded too
Fresh to be funky
Too many licks for junkies
Too much work for flippers
Too much dro for smokers
Too much amp for dippers
No need for you to trip cuz
We bring to much drama
Got too many killas put that on my mamma
I'm too trill

Iiiiii'm too trill, too, too too real
All about my dolla bills and even if I tried
I could never fall off too
Much money on my mind
IiiiiI'm too trill too, too, too, real
Hard as penetentiary steel
It's simple and plain
If I retired you young'uns wouldn't know
What to do with the game

And I'm too serious for this play playin'
It's too much bread to make
For me too fuck of my time
With these cats that's too fake
I done seen too many wakes
Sent too many to them
Yo homeboy can get it I'm to ready to do him
Too many guns I can pull
Too many slugs I can bust
Leave yo brain matter, bone fragments
And dick up in the dust
Too many niggas I done crushed to let
Yo bitch ass come try me
That smart game got gun play
Youll be screamin' why me
Too close don't get by me
You too prone to tell
Bout these bodies we catchin'
This dope that we sell
You too weak, mayne too frail
Too light up in yo britches
You too much dick ridin' manye
You worse than these bitches
Too many snitches that you breakin' bread wit
You too close to police
Boy you on some fed shit
So you can go head with that sale
We won't' buy
I'm too smart for all that dumb
Shit you know but boys try

Iiiiii'm too trill, too, too too real
All about my dolla bills and even if I tried
I could never fall off too
Much money on my mind
IiiiiI'm too trill too, too, too, real
Hard as penetentiary steel
It's simple and plain
If I retired you young'uns wouldn't know
What to do with the game

And I'm too sick of all this sweet
Shit cuz I'm seein' too much smilin'
Too much punk ass posin' too
Much punk ass profilin'
Too many niggas be frontin' like they
Got the town on lock
With too much money in the bank and
Too many hoes is on they jock
But, you smoke too many of them rocks
That you claimin' you done sold
I done been out on them blocks and
You ain't got too much control
Man you workers ain't that cold
They some hoes more or lesser
And they too ready to fold cuz
They can't take too much pressure
Do we mash on them? yes sir
They in violation go get em
It won't be too long befo we
Mop up the flo with em
It's rap-a-lot for life we done
Been here too long
To let these hata's bring us down
We too right they too wrong
I'm too black and too strong to
Go out like a punk
Too ready for the ruckus too
Close too my trunk
We can pop or we can jump we
Can blast or we can go
From the shoulders bitch I tried to told
You but if you ain't kno i'm I I Trill