(feat. Ludacris)
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[Intro: Ludacris]
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I still [7X]
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Tote steel
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I still tote steel [2X]
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I still, ha
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[Chorus: Ludacris + (Bun B)]
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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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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]
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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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Talking about the carots 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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[Chorus]
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[Bun B]
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Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking
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Cause them trill niggaz 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
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[Chorus]
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Trill Recognize Trill
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Bun B |