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Trillville

Trillville is a rap group from the U.S. city of Atlanta. In 1997, when its members were still in the ninth grade in high school, the group formed with the stated intention to become "Gods of Crunk." Dirty Mouth was leader of the school's snare drum line and was already writing his own rhymes. Don P was rapping and producing beats with his keyboard, and Lil LA (aka Lil Atlanta) was an aspiring promoter, later to become a rapper himself. more »

Year:

2004

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Ladies and Gentleman, (what?) 
I'd like to welcome you .(welcome what?) 
To the life and times of Trillville (Trillville?) 
I be your God on this here Jonny (uh huh) 
It's your boy Lil' Jon checkin' it (yea yeah) 
And first-off (whaddup?) 
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu.

We can take it to the street nigga if you got beef 
'Cause ain't home with it I'ma knock out your teeth 
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin' talkin' shit 
I'm in your damn house with your girl on my dick 
I'm the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin' hits 
So shut tha f*ck up before I bust you in the lip 
The street life's on for the best to go home 
Is damn you late for a as I shine on the chrome 
Aimin' at your doam buck-shot rain (rain) 
I'm deep offa damn, when a nigga 'bout to explain 
Nigga f*ck tha fame all I want is the doe (doe) 
My ain't Dough Bussa so don't be try me like a hoe 
I'm not your everyday dough that I'm at your seat everyday 
I rob just a deal just to get my ass paid 
I shine like a brave on a old school 
A nigga act a fool if a nigga break the rule, fo'real.

Dirrty Mouth spittin' at you bitches and niggas 
(uh huh) 'specially tellin'you fake-ass nigga out there 
(F*ck y'all) you know real recognize real 
(Yeah) and fake niggas always wanna hate and shit 
(Yeah) you hattin' niggas we gon' find y'all 
We gon' sip you out (Yeah) (hah) 
Holla at them Don P.

I know for a fact you ain't ready for the street 
You suckas rain nigga on this country 
You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet 
You sound raw nigga go home you can't compete 
They tryna be me, they watch TV 
They try to imitate and that's what make 'em fake 
'Cause the hood ain't actin' niggas start relaxin' 
Thinkin' they can live in this world without packin' 
Somethin' Janet Jackson, nigga still lovin' 
And how we broke it down like a mothafuckin' cratchin' 
Too transation and won't nodbody assin' 
Until you raise your mouth like a mothafuckin' fagot 
It ain't no burriations niggas still hatin' 
But I guess I hate too 
'Cause ain't the music that they creatin' 
Hoes that they savin', Plans that they makin'
Whoever else like so I hate they fan bases (Yeah)

Y'all ain't neva see a nigga like me 
I've been all around the mothafuckin' world 
(All over the place nigga) 
All over this bitch 
You know hatin' niggas everywhere you mu'fuckas go 
Disrespect niggas everywhere you mu'fuckas go 
But you know why? All them hatin' niggas 
They makes real niggas that best most strong (Yeah, yeah) 
Tell 'em L.A.

Look you ain't ready for the streets (streets) 
And you claim to be hard, but you weak (weak) 
A bad bitch and you swear that beat (beat) 
The only thang you probably touch was a feet (feet) 
You bitchin' me now, picture me I'm sorry 
Get your ass sumen boi it ain't workin' 
You don't want a Trill nigga you ?
You need to take your ass home and neva ?
Give me the bitch hard like a dick (dick) 
Ready to f*ck (f*ck) we ain't takin' shit (shit) 
We gon' bust your nuts (pow pow pow pow) 
But still some niggas do it for a mill (mill) 
If times get hard then you gain up your grill (grill) 
Fo' real, the hood, man where a nigga live 
And I ain't trippin', 'cause that where I had the deal 
Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger 
I guess that's the reason why a nigga stay baller (Hey)

(Hey, hey) Yo, ain't no nigga 
Is gonna stop my mothafuckin' paper (Neva that) 
Non a nigga, you knawmean? (Yeah) 
I'm out here on my hustle everyday (Yeah) 
Nigga I ain't sellin' dope 
But I'm sellin' this beats and shit 
Rhymes and all this bullshit (Yeah) 
I'm sellin' this Crunk Energy Drink (Yeah) 
Yo, I'm sellin'all kinda shit 
Nigga I'm CD's, DVD's, nigga 
What eva you need (uh) 
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it mothafuckin' real 
BME, BME, BME Click (Yeah, yeah) 
We about this bitch! 
Real stay real and fake always stay fake 
Neva mothafuckin' hate.

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