Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trill, artist - Paul Wall. Album song The People's Champ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Trill |
| Tote steel |
| I still tote steel (x2) |
| I still, ha |
| I still tote steel, give a fuck 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 B is the name, UGK is the click |
| P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick |
| I’m from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard |
| Where niggas 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, we can catch a square |
| Any place, any time, I’ll be waiting 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 buck niggas a clean slug |
| Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel |
| Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it |
| Talking about the karats 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 willing 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 Chamberlin |
| I’m College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering |
| 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 |
| Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy |
| Click, since I was born, I been the shit |
| And money speaks for itself so I ain’t never said sheit |
| Niggas best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking |
| Cause them trill niggas comin, riding, cocking, and bucking |
| 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 coming for money and your motherfucking respect |
| We ain’t taking no checks, money orders or visa’s |
| Your life is on the line so don’t motherfucking tease us |
| You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya |
| Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter |
| That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya |
| You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya |
| Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen |
| So not everyones associates and nobody’s friends |
| Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt |
| Before I put somebody’s children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it |