Trill Recognize Trill [Edited] [Edit]
Bun B, Ludacris
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I still, I still, I still, I still I still, I still, I still, tote steel I still tote steel, I still tote steel I still, ha I still tote steel, give a f*ck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit I still tote steel, give a f*ck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit Bun be is the name, UGK is the click P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the dick I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame So if you wanna get it crackin', every nigga is game So we can catch a corner, or we can catch a square Any place, any time, I'll be waitin' right there See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails So before you play with us, you best play with yourself 'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug I'm 'bout ready to give these f*ck niggaz a clean slug Cock back the hammer on the goddamn steel And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, f*ck it I still tote steel, give a f*ck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit I still tote steel, give a f*ck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit Talkin' about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain Who's baddest on the block? What my status in the game? The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold And all them number one chart positions that I hold The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin' Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin' So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy Click, since I was born, I've been the shit And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit I still tote steel, give a f*ck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit I still tote steel, give a f*ck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin' 'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin' Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then f*ck ya Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt Before I put somebody's children under motherfuckin' dirt, f*ck it I still tote steel, give a f*ck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit I still tote steel, give a f*ck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
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Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, LA MARQUIS JEFFERSON, CRAIG LOVE, JONATHAN H SMITH
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