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UGK was an American hip hop duo from Port Arthur, Texas, formed in 1987, by the late Chad "Pimp C" Butler. He was then joined by Bernard "Bun B" Freeman, who became his longtime collaborator. They released their first major-label album Too Hard to Swallow, in 1992, followed by several other albums charting on the Billboard 200 and Top R&B Hip-Hop Albums charts, including the self-titled Underground Kingz album, which debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, in August 2007. The duo has also been featured on hit singles by several other artists, such as on "Big Pimpin'" by Jay-Z and "Sippin' on Some Syrup" by Three 6 Mafia. Pimp C founded UGK Records in late 2005. On December 4, 2007, Pimp C was found dead in a West Hollywood, California hotel room.

[*** C] It all started with a *** C, *** So what the *** is up Told em somethin good Ease up my muthafuckin cut Cause if you don't really wanna *** wit a trill *** From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real killers Pop Pop muthafucka there you go I'ma bust em on yo *** if you don't ease up off me ho Cause trill *** don't carry no sugar in they nutsac Just big fat balls and a trigga in they backpack So you gon give me my money, but you don't hear me though But I bet you hear me when I fill you with bulletholes P.A. ***, trill *** ***, How you figga you can buck me down ***? Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what's mine Instead of buying cars for a *** named sunshine Give me what's mine, give me what's mine Before it come down to triggas ***, it's the return of the trill *** *** *** It's the return of the trill *** *** Uh It's the return of the trill *** *** But you can't hear me It's the return of the trill *** *** *** [Bun B] Yea muthfuckas I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool A *** named Bun, a *** named Bun, no more sun, no more shine Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter (Buck! Buck!) Money tight glock, bustin them shots When I break yo *** off somethin hot *** steady catchin lead to the head, I never aim for the chest Muthafuckas sportin bulletproof vests So I guess, when I start blastin, *** start passin away Dearly beloved, I had yo *** gathered today So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a square Put them hands on yo ***, and bail on out Pass the pen, *** C and Bird, I take the blunt Now surprise, surprise I'm gettin chinese eyes In this *** here's a switch I might slang, *** then bail and burn Scope mean now its the return of the trill *** ***