Re-Akshon
Bun B Lyrics


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Aye, aye bun who did this man?
So me and you got, t.i.p., killer mike, lil jon, and bun be
So that's the king of the south.. the underground king..
The king of crunk.. and king kong all on the same song
Heheh.. aye jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!

[Hook]
I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back - bumpin niggaz figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
I got the new new... (killa k-k-k-killa killa...)
New new... (k-k-k-killa killa..)
New new... (k-k-k-killa killa..)
New new... (niggaz don't want to touch the killa..)

Man we been throwin raps for too long
Aye what you want to do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., mike, and bun be - scared whatchu better be

We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?

Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that new new out"
Tank the chevy, buy the caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just separate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now

Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait
And we goin' show them people what it really is in the a

[Hook]

Straight from atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
Knee deep, means to get them g's to my manager
My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and throat braggin

I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
You goin' off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me
I'm, king kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me

I'll thump thump thump thump, when I bump bump bump bump!
It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in yo' trunk!
My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop chevy trunks

From the home of coca-cola, I'm not referrin to soda
I'm a grind til I shine, or die going for mine
Sick sawyer buy my side, swervin and blowin pine
Don't be a victim to a killer, be a father to ya son
This re-akshon, killa kill, t.i.p., and bun

[Hook]

Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
'Cause I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin twin-towered
Devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered

From broward county to harris, pasadena to paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
'Cause there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac 'cause I'm so wild

I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are posted
But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted

And the prayer get toasted, 'cause I keep the flame on
The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like woody
'Cause cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask khujo goodie

[Hook]

All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
T.i.p., killer mike, or bun?
We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport

Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
And wack-ass niggaz will go out trying




It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
And these are the emcees of the new south!!

Overall Meaning

The song "Re-Akshon" by Bun B is about the legacy of southern hip-hop artists and how they dominate the rap game. The song features four southern rap icons: Bun B, T.I.P., Killer Mike, and Lil Jon. The three-minute track starts with a list of these artists, their nicknames, and a declaration that "they ain't ready" for what's about to come.


The lyrics emphasize that the southerners are still the crowned kings of hip-hop, and their legacy is still very much alive. They also talk about how they are not just rappers, but leaders of the Southern community, and the song portrays the essence of the southern culture. The lyrics proudly state that they are leaders of the new South, and while there may have been “lots of misrepresentation,” everything is cool now.


Overall, "Re-Akshon" is a powerful testimony to the Southern hip-hop community's dominance and talent, making it clear that they will continue to lead the rap game. The song has a strong, upbeat tempo and catchy hooks, which helps to match the energy of the intense lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Aye, aye bun who did this man?
Hey, hey Bun, who is responsible for this?


So me and you got, t.i.p., killer mike, lil jon, and bun be
So you and I have T.I.P, Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B.


So that's the king of the south.. the underground king..
So that's the king of the south, the underground king.


The king of crunk.. and king kong all on the same song
The king of crunk and King Kong are all on the same song.


Heheh.. aye jon, they ain't ready
Heheh... hey Jon, they are not prepared.


We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!
We are bringing it back to the trap, my friend!


I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
I have hydraulics on my Cadillac and I'm swerving on these individuals!


I got the hoe up in the back - bumpin niggaz figgaz!
I have the female companion in the back bumping these individuals' music!


I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
I have marijuana in my bag and I'm smoking on that exceptional quality weed!


In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
I am in the neighborhood, trapping with my friends!


I got the new new... (killa k-k-k-killa killa...)
I have the latest and greatest... (killa k-k-k-kill, killer...)


Man we been throwin raps for too long
Man, we have been rapping for too long.


Aye what you want to do homes?
Hey, what do you want to do, my friend?


I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
I am about to draw my weapon and have you curled up like a newborn baby.


T.I.P., mike, and bun be - scared whatchu better be
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - you better be scared.


We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
We were just kings, but now we are the leaders of a legacy.


Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
We are the leaders of the new South, and fake individuals need to leave.


He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
He is talking confidently, but he is scared and holding a weapon.


I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
I am the person that others are asking about what we are going to do.


Mike told me 'fuck them niggaz, bring that new new out'
Mike told me 'forget those individuals, reveal the new sound.'


Tank the chevy, buy the caddie, bring the 22's out
Tank the Chevrolet, purchase the Cadillac, and bring out the 22-inch rims.


Put the city back on top, just separate the fools now
Reestablish the city's prominence, just distinguish the foolish individuals now.


We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
We had a lot of misinterpretation, but hey, we are cool now.


Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
You cannot continue to remain neutral, you have to choose a side now.


The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
Choose between the most genuine or the most counterfeit.


If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
If you have something to say, say it to my face, my dear.


When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait
When you hold onto your anger, it will only build up until you can no longer contain it.


And we goin' show them people what it really is in the a
And we are going to show those individuals what reality is like in Atlanta.


Straight from atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Directly from Atlanta, the expert in handling hogs (a metaphor for handling business).


Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
Trapping like grown adults, a scrambler in the game.


Knee deep, means to get them g's to my manager
Fully immersed, finding ways to get money to my manager.


My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and throat braggin
My Mack-10 firearm is designed for action, causing casualties and boasting about it.


I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'll dispose of them in a river like a disliked individual.


I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
I'm moving swiftly with my father's style, ready to shoot first without hesitation.


You goin' off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me
You are under the influence of drugs and thinking you can challenge me.


I'm, king kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
I am like King Kong on every track, no restraint can contain me.


I'll thump thump thump thump, when I bump bump bump bump!
I'll make deep, booming sounds when I drive around!


It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in yo' trunk!
You have powerful sound equipment in your car's trunk, including subwoofers, tweeters, and speakers!


My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
My father didn't raise a coward, and my mother didn't have a weakling.


We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop chevy trunks
We don't hesitate or compromise, we open the trunk of a Chevrolet vehicle.


From the home of coca-cola, I'm not referrin to soda
From the city where Coca-Cola is based, and I'm not talking about the beverage.


I'm a grind til I shine, or die going for mine
I will work hard until I succeed or die while pursuing what I want.


Sick sawyer buy my side, swervin and blowin pine
I have a trusted companion by my side, driving erratically and smoking marijuana.


Don't be a victim to a killer, be a father to ya son
Don't be passive and fall victim to someone dangerous, be a responsible father to your child.


This re-akshon, killa kill, t.i.p., and bun
This is the action, Killer Kill, T.I.P., and Bun.


Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
I am speaking confidently and energetically, coming from a difficult background.


'Cause I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
Because I would prefer to die with dignity than survive as a weakling.


I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin twin-towered
I am not a coward, I am energized by marijuana, and you are getting demolished.


Devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered
Swallowed up - there is chaos coming your way.


From broward county to harris, pasadena to paris
From Broward County to Harris, Pasadena to Paris.


I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
I humiliate individuals with large chrome wheels like the Ferris wheel.


'Cause there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
Because there is absolutely no way - I remain discreet and unrefined.


In that black on black on black in the 'lac 'cause I'm so wild
In my all-black attire in the Cadillac because I am so unpredictable.


I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I become intoxicated from that substance, I will be euphoric from this other substance.


I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
I might consume one of those substances, it doesn't matter, my friend, because it never disappoints.


They put me hot on list, where players are posted
They put me on the prominent list, where players are showcased.


But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
But those individuals we showcased on the street corners get mocked when they speak.


And the prayer gets toasted, 'cause I keep the flame on
And the prayer gets disregarded, because I continue to hold the torch.


The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
I am the representation for the game - I leave a lasting impact on anything I associate myself with.


Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like woody
If you disrespect, a firearm will hit a person like Woody Woodpecker.


'Cause cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask khujo goodie
Because nothing can keep a genuine person down, ask Khujo Goodie (a member of Goodie Mob).


All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
All I have to say is weak emcees should start running.


The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
The discussion currently is, who is the greatest emcee?


T.i.p., killer mike, or bun?
T.I.P, Killer Mike, or Bun?


We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport
We are not doing this for entertainment - this is a competitive and intense contest.


Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
Emcees are getting defeated, and their mothers are grieving.


And wack-ass niggaz will go out trying
And untalented individuals will go out attempting to compete.


It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
It is officially a new era, and I am officially the leading voice in it.


And these are the emcees of the new south!!
And these are the emcees representing the new South!




Lyrics © Royalty Network, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Archie Hall, Santigo Render Michael, Michael Render

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Slamdog500

"Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered
Devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are posted
But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody
Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie"

Bun B is a true Hall-of-Famer.
One of a kind <3



All comments from YouTube:

Derrick Dix

My high school days right here were the best years of hip hop there will never be another great song like this with all time greats on one song a-town stand up

Michael Dew

Yup. Bun B killed it

Nikia Clifton

Geirgia born and bred, Uncle Bun made it do what it do consistently.

Slamdog500

agreed. the black on black on black line came so hard. Love it <3

Shombie Dixon

yees sirr

mdjk1llax

Bun b went all the way end ... with no lubricant I’m talking bout straight raw .. south stand the fuck up !!!!

PEDRO HENRIQUE SANTOS

LIL JON & BONE CRUSHER THE BEST COMBINATION VOICE. THE KINGS OF CRUNK

Eric Williams

Still one of the best remixes eva

Patrick Landor

One of the hardest songs out the New South ever!!!

jlmathis3

Congrats to Killer Mike parents they knew what they produced.

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