Bun B Get Throwed Lyrics

Get Throwed Lyrics

(feat. Pimp C, Young Jeezy, Jay-Z, Z-Ro)



[Intro] 

Smoke somethin, bitch 

UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh 



[Pimp C] 

Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga 

Polo fuck that Hilfiger 

Made myself a ghetto star 

On the slab, sippin barre 

Smokin weed, sellin white 

Them other niggaz shit don't come back right 

That's how niggaz get popped 

Trying to get the cheaper price 

Watch yo' paper, guard your life 

Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right 

Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight 

Cause niggaz out here jack every night 

I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame 

Big face hun'erds, keepin the game 

Hittin the corner in the candy thang 

Sittin on leather, grippin the grain 



[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]

Good weed, good drink, big money, we - (AYE!) 

Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!) 

I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed 



[Bun B] 

Well I came in the door, I said it befo' 

I never fuck a hoe without head no more 

I never pull up in nuttin less than a four 

And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show 

I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile 

I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile 

You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out 

Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental 

Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A. 

Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA 

Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way 

Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say 

Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't 

Stop it and no I don't 

Cause a bitch know that I might just explode 

And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode 

Cause a nigga gettin throwed 



[Chorus - repeat 2X]



[Young Jeezy] 

You already know what it is, nigga 

Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA 

I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) 

Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!) 

Swear to God the minivan do tricks 

Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks 

Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels 

Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels 

Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!) 

Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!) 



[Chorus] 



[Jay-Z] 

Big money, mayn - we only ride the best 

This one and only, big homey 

Tried to told you I'm thug, ha 



So far I'm tourin on foreign land 

Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm- 

-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man 

(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again 

Started with the block, hit it brick by brick 

Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit 

I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip 

The competition is none, they deceased to exist 

Let it breathe a little bit 

He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz' 

Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw 

Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl 

Sure, y'all niggaz want war 

Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw 

Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!) 



[Chorus - repeat 2X]