| Tote steel
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| I still tote steel (x2)
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| I still, ha
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| I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
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| We some southern OG’s, Trill Recognize Trill
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| (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
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| Money speaks for itself so we ain’t gotta say shit)
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| Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
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| P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick
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| I’m from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
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| Where niggas don’t wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard
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| We ain’t never been fraud, we ain’t never been lame
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| So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game
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| So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square
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| Any place, any time, I’ll be waiting right there
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| See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
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| But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs’ll eat you alive
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| All we know is survive, we ain’t taking no ails
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| So before you play with us, you best play with yourself
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| Cause I’m tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
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| I’m bout ready to give these buck niggas a clean slug
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| Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel
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| Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it
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| Talking about the karats in my watch, diamonds in my chain
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| Who’s baddest on the block, What my status in the game
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| The records that I’ve sold, Bobby V going gold
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| And all them number one chart positions that I hold
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| The money and the wealth, well I’ll keep it to myself
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| But I’m always willing to share the firepower on the shelf
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| I’m shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin
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| Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin
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| I’m College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering
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| So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
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| I’m banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy
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| I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz
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| Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
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| Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
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| Click, since I was born, I been the shit
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| And money speaks for itself so I ain’t never said sheit
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| Niggas best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking
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| Cause them trill niggas comin, riding, cocking, and bucking
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| Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
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| The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother
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| So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
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| We coming for money and your motherfucking respect
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| We ain’t taking no checks, money orders or visa’s
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| Your life is on the line so don’t motherfucking tease us
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| You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya
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| Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter
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| That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
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| You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya
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| Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen
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| So not everyones associates and nobody’s friends
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| Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
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| Before I put somebody’s children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trill , by - Paul Wall. Song from the album The People's Champ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп