Trap or Die
Bun B Lyrics


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Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man
Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man
Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)
Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill

Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas
Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevy's
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yea)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake
Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damn)
You still want to talk flow man?
Soft white Alaska call me Snowman

Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)

Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again
Outta line niggas get back in place where you shoulda been
In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggas know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow
And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler
Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
U-G-K for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed

Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps
You don't want to feel that
Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin'
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin' pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the block
I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on our jock
When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil' man
Break it down, get back, see a couple grams"
And don't talk to square niggas, you know, Spongebobs
Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire dog
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas want to rob
And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre

Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth




Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bun B's "Trap or Die" portray the tough, gangster lifestyle that the artist leads. He asserts his dominance over the streets by calling himself the "man on these streets" and being "no hitman." He also boasts about his powerful connections in the "Legion of Doom," who keep him high on "purple shit" like the moon. He also makes crude jokes about his "diarrhea flow" and his ability to "shit on niggas."


The verses also contain a lot of slang and coded language that would make it somewhat difficult for non-Black listeners to understand the full meaning of the lyrics. The lines "Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth / Re-up on the first then again on the fifth" refer to smoking purple kush, a type of high-quality cannabis, by the pound or the ounce. "Re-up" refers to buying more drugs to sell once the initial supply runs out. "Trap or die" is a phrase that means to either succeed in drug trafficking or die trying.


The overall message of the song is one of survival and the cutthroat nature of the rap game. The verses detail the risks and rewards of hustling on the streets and the consequences of not being tough enough. The chorus "We trap or die nigga / Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth" emphasizes the idea that in this world, one must either succeed or perish.


Line by Line Meaning

Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
I am the leader of these streets and people look up to me.


They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
People recognize my work and my talent is noticed in my music.


Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas
My rapping skills are off the charts and I surpass everyone.


Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on)
Even when faced with adversity, I still continue to surpass anyone in my line of work.


Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
I have some trusted allies who help me succeed in the music industry.


They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
They provide me with quality drugs that keep me feeling good.


Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man
I am part of a larger network working towards a common goal, but I am not the leader.


Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man
Again, I emphasize that I am not the leader of the group.


I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband
I relate to others and I am not above anyone, despite my success.


Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Disrespect will not be tolerated and we expect everyone to play by the rules.


Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)
If someone tries to mess with me, they are in for a wild ride and a lot of trouble.


Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right)
My possessions and assets speak to my success and legitimacy.


Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill
Again, I boast about my material possessions as proof of my legitimacy.


They blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Reiterating that my drug use is keeping me feeling great while performing and working.


Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Again, I am stressing that I am part of a larger group and not the leader.


Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
I emphasize that anyone who messes with me is in for a lot of trouble, just like someone who disrespects a DJ would face consequences.


Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
I show off my material possessions once again to emphasize my legitimacy and credibility.


Went from old school Chevy's To beamer coupes
I have progressed as an artist and upgraded my car from older models.


Got a 100 niggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yea)
I have a large team that is always ready to defend me and my business.


Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate
Anyone who messes with me is in for a world of hurt and I am ready to take them down.


The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
I am working hard to succeed and am aiming to stack up as much money as possible.


You can try dog, but it ain't easy Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damn)
Making it in the music industry is difficult, but mixing a good beat with meaningful lyrics can help bring success.


You still want to talk flow man? Soft white Alaska call me Snowman
I challenge anyone who wants to challenge my rapping skills, but assert that my talent is indisputable.


Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea)
I am all about a fast-paced lifestyle and constantly re-upping on my supply of drugs.


We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
I am part of a group that is all about trapping (selling drugs), and women are drawn to us because of our credibility and success.


Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)
I am still all about my flashy material possessions and my connection to the trap lifestyle.


Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again
I return to my old stomping grounds where I feel most comfortable, driving my flashy car.


Outta line niggas get back in place where you shoulda been In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again
I remind people who don't play by the rules to get back in line, and my team will enforce their compliance.


King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail
I am the leader of this underground scene and won't tolerate anyone messing with my business or causing trouble with my mail.


You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and niggas know it, that shit ain't hard to tell
I point out others who claim to have connections in the industry but don't have the customer network to support it, and people can recognize this is a lie.


Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
People who cheat me out of money or business are going to lose out, and I'll even work with the government to ensure my success.


I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go
I am experienced in the industry, and hard work and talent have allowed me to be successful. However, I also know when to let up and avoid legal trouble.


Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
I am a respected individual due to my old-school style and a seasoned veteran in the game. I know to take a break when things get too hot, and plan accordingly for the future.


U-G-K for life, free the pimp, you know the deal In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killed
I show my respect for the now-defunct group UGK and its members, and reiterate my commitment to the trap lifestyle while emphasizing the importance of safety.


Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)
One last emphasis on my flashy ride and material possessions.


We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
We are tactical and precise in our business thinking, but we act like criminals in our operations. We acknowledge the tough business climate we face and are prepared to act accordingly.


I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps You don't want to feel that
I am prepared for any situation with the best equipment possible, and that is something that people should fear or be intimidated by.


Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin' Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
People get a high from the illegal activity and do not respect authority or the legal process, instead relying on our own network and group power to succeed.


Chillin' pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the block I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
I recognize that many people who try to get involved in the industry do not know what they are doing, but I am a veteran with a lot of success and I know how to succeed.


Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on our jock When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
We are the real deal and everyone knows it, and the women in the area are drawn to us because of this. My team respects me and listens to my guidance and commands when operating on the street.


This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil' man Break it down, get back, see a couple grams" And don't talk to square niggas, you know, Spongebobs Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire dog
I instruct my team members to take portions of the drugs and break it into smaller amounts. I also tell them not to mess around with amateurs who talk or behave foolishly.


Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas want to rob And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett Favre
There are always going to be people out there looking for easy targets and hoping to rob them. I am prepared to defend myself and my team using whatever means necessary.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, Demetrius L. Stewart, Jay W. Jenkins

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TR RCH

I’m still playing this in 2022!! If you had a system in your whip, this was on replay nonstop!! Salute ⛄️

TheKgroene

On repeat homie

Trea2030

STILL HARD AF IN 2023 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥!!!

LaSondra Shaw

This was the MF'n album in '05 my whole hood was rocking to it and I'm still vibing to it💯

Tyrone Millan

I was in like 8th grade rockin to this shit

Lenny Lensink

Well said!

Ron Jenkins

Every hood in America was bumpin this in 2005.

JoeBidenSucisCock 123

Smoking blunts all day to this shit

17thNO

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Jon Newton

Can't go wrong when you got Bun on the Track.

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