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Ludacris

"Trill Recognize Trill"

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 sh*t
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 sh*t
Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the di*k
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas a clean slug
c*ck 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 sh*t
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 sh*t
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 sh*t
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, sh*t
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 sh*t
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 sh*t
n*ggas best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill n*ggas comin', ridin', c*ckin', and buckin'
b*tch you f*cking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest n*gga living since my motherf*cking brother
So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We comin' for money and your motherf*ckin' respect
But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
Your life is on the line so don't motherf*ckin' tease us
You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
'Cause you f*ckin' with me, b*tch, you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You're lame ass n*gga, know ya nolia then f*ck ya
b*tch, 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 motherf*ckin' 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 sh*t
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 sh*t

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