View Full Version : best Bun B verse ?????

10-27-2009, 09:48 AM
You see the sun goin down and the moon starts to rise
The winds pickin up and it's lightnin in the skies
Everything darkens and the clouds start to form
That's when you see an underground king bring the storm
Settin out the bait like he's goin for the kill
With black leather gloves wrapped around the blue steel
All about the green give a damn how you feel
You got yellow down your back you can't rock with the Trill
Leave you red from head to toe, give you the blues
When I fix you with some light grey cement shoes
I rode trues and vogues, nice blades and pirelli's
On that O Six benx the color of apple jelly
It's a wrap for you pimpin, like a hoagie at the deli
You was the man back in the day but you Fell like Felly
Now it's a new king on the throne with the roar of the crowd
It's Bun B and while I'm holdin it down, you can't stop the reign

10-27-2009, 02:10 PM
UGK - Murder

Well it's Bun B bitch and I'm the king of moving chickens
Dodgin' finger lickin's, stickin niggaz that be trickin
You need a swift kickin, your ass is right for the pickin
Now as my pockets thicken, I be thinkin niggaz slippin
You sick when I be clickin, now take a look at the bigga nigga
Malt liquor swigga, player hater, ditch digger, figure my hair trigger
Leave a hot one in your liver, you shiver, shake, and quiver
I'm frivilous if a nigga get wetter than a river,
For what it's worth it's the birth of some niggaz doin dirt
Fuck her first and take off the skirt, make the pussy hurt
It's the masta, hit the swisher fasta, then you keep a blister bastard
Fuck your sister fasta, hit the elbows for sale, your brother better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to jail, oh hell no, time to bail
Hit the trail so we can sell mo' fuckin' yayo get the scale
No other bullet duckers get shoved aside in this game they better buck us
Cause them cluckers they love us, make them glass dick suckers shake they jelly like Smuckers, I hit like nunchuckers, 'cause Short Texas bring the ruckus, this for my muhfuckers, cookin g's, some crooked cheese, rockin' up quarter keys
To get you hooked with ease, wannabes get on your knees, feel the squeeze
From them H K 1-3's from here to overseas, we do as we please,
Don't trip cause we flip, light up a dip
I'm breakin em off from the hip to ya lip
Go ask that boy Skip, that nigga Bun rip
With one clip soon as the gun slip
Now I done whipped out my beretty
Flyin through your Pelle Pelle
And some smelly red jelly is drippin out of your belly
Served em up like a deli, jumped on my cellular telly
Hoes sell it like it's goin out of style
You can't see me Marcus, so have a muhfuckin sweet and a smile

10-27-2009, 04:21 PM
by far its got 2 be his verse on murder.......he murked that joint

10-27-2009, 06:56 PM
yea ima say murder, and his verse on one day is dope as well although pimp c had the beter verse

Prophet Picasso
10-27-2009, 08:34 PM
Bun's verse on Murder is class, but don't sleep on his first verse on Gravy.

10-27-2009, 10:15 PM
^True. Honestly I've never heard a bad Bun B verse.