Trill Recognize Trill - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: Trill Recognize Trill
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, La Marquis Jefferson, Christopher B Bridges, Craig Love

Lyric:
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 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

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 the dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz 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, 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 fuck niggaz a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the goddamn steel
And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, fuck it

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

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

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 shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit

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

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

Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
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 comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect
But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us

You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
'Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya

Bitch, 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 motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it

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

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

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What I Represent (Ugk) - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: What I Represent (Ugk)
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Byron Thomas, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
The, the underground, the, the underground
The, the underground, the, the, the underground
This is the, the underground, the, the underground
The, the, the underground, the, the underground

Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
This for the real slab swangas whipping dubs and drops
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
And the three time fellas that be facing some time

For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
And them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For them real cut throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage

A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set it
And when the work comes easy and when the game ain't ready
Niggaz they really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags

Well, I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize, I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now, everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses and the cars and the bills all paid
Got a million in the bank and two million in jewels
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools

Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others

I wasn't born with a silver spoon sticking out my grill
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets

Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
UGK ain't just a name, it's what a nigga is
I was there before I got in the biz and nigga that's on the rizz

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now people always be around when you shining and balling
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case

It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind

It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit

Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming," Free Pimp C"
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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Underground Kingz - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Underground Kingz
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

Honor respect, valor and nuts
You best to come with all fo', when you come up against us
You can scream, yell, cuss, catch a bit of throw tantrum
It don't matter, 'cause a victory you gon' hand 'em

No Phantom, slabs and 4's
Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab your hoes
Trying to sip some'ing too, so nigga pass the purp'
We 'bout to beat your avenue, getting cash and work

It's been a long time, long grind long mash
Now it's long shine, long pine long cash
Tapping ash, out the Cadillac window
While I'm tapping ass, leaning back smoking some endo

Ain't no need to pretend hoe, you know what the real
You know who the truth, when they in the booth you know who the trill
So fuck how you feel, we make you pay by the pound
Recognize when you fucking around, with that underground

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

It was 1984, I heard Run rapping 'bout
Larry Laugh Caddy, wanting to break a bitch cot
22 years later and the block belong to me
Underground Kingz for life, young Pimp C

Put my first record out, at the age of 16
Rapping 'bout moving work, candy painted symphony
We was the first niggaz, talking 'bout wood wheel
Made up the word, that's why I'm so trill

Now everybody, wanna bite my swagger
Roll like a stone, like my name Mick Jagger
Say it befo', had to tell you hoes again
Run a drum machine, like my name Roger Men

Write the rhyme do the beat, the hook and the mix
Records don't sell, I'm back to selling bricks
I went gold, but never sold my soul to bang
And bitch I'll hit you with that thang, I'm a underground kingz

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

Cross the line, nigga push my button
And you gon' die in the very spot, that you thought you wasn't
And you gon' look in the eyes of the man
You thought you were better than
T R I double L, that's with capital letters man

The Pimp and the Bun, Bobby U.N. and J.R.
Big Dick Cheney, and Tony Snow you know who they are
We the best than the rest, getting head for the showers
Fucking cowards get out the way, 'cause the rap game's ours

Y'all niggaz, better reco'
That you ain't gotta like me, but you gon' respect me hoe
17 years, I been rapping with that Bun
Fuck the fame want the change, it's been fun

The up's and the down's, the crying and the smiling
Fuck what you heard, UGK is a island
Away from you niggaz, but we still solid land
Sharks swimming in the water, put your nuts in the sand pussy nigga

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

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Gravy - Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

Title: Gravy
Album: Underground Kingz
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Avery Harris

Lyric:
Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo'
I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro
We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the low
And if you didn't want a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'?

Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch
It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit
Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks
Ride with me she holdin' a pistol while I'm whippin' and poppin' the trunk

We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread
And we ain't never gon' have no problems
Long as she hear what the fuck I said
Pimpin' ain't dead it just moved to the west side
Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights

I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head never stop
I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

Well, I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy
Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy
100 percent, real Bun B I represent
Trill with that gangsterass persona so hard that it can dent

Still in the hood 'cause it needs me and the corner it feeds me
So I eat all I want, my reputation preceeds me
If you grimy or greasy then your best step be easy
'Cause that forty-feezy leave you leakin' fo' sheezy

Trigger fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome
You be leakin' out plasma and puss and your mouth'll fill up with foam

So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man
Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand?
Gotta play the hand that you're dealt that's until it's yo' turn to deal
Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the South
This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's about
'Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow
In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up, don't stop, don't pause

Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A., fuck the law
I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er
On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker
Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her

From the land of cheap work and steady licks
With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks
We grind to eat and eat to live
This shit for real, these ain't no tricks

With 36 hoes to the ki'
And ten kilos grams in the sack
And 15 sacks up in the trunk
Now that's one point five mill' worth of crack

It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow
The King Committee is now in session
Today's agenda, get that dough
'Cause the clock is tickin', time is pressin'

No second guessin', make your mind up
Step your grind up and get that pay
Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast
If you wanna roll with that UGK

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

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Tell Me How Ya Feel - Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

Title: Tell Me How Ya Feel
Album: Underground Kingz
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Zachary Anson Wallace, Cedric Allen Williams

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
You are now tuned in to the very best
This is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
U.G.K., Pimp C, Sweet Jones, Bun B

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I call my motherfuckin' swangers on the slab, money on my mind
24/7 I'm out here on the grind
Wanna jack that way to heaven, got somethin' for ya spine
Put ya on the shit bad if you really wanna try

I done been to hell and back, they call me T.B.C.
Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's
Two in the sun visor, two in the headrest
When jumpin' out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest

Hangin' 'round my neck, blindin' you niggaz
I ain't cappin', I'm just tellin' you what's hap'nin'
Some niggaz be winnin' and some be steady losin'
Touchin' down, women they stayin', they steady chosin'

Tired of feelin' bashed and mashed and want some cash
You only live once, she fin' to cheat on her man
'Cause I'ma stand up in her and sin her 'cause she a winner
I'm Sweet Jones bitch and I'm pimpin', y'all some beginners

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

Yeah, well, I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the grind
The product of the product and the cousin of crime
So get that fuck up out your mind, I'm born to this life
And my work is the only woman I'll ever make my wife

So all you triflin'-ass, stiflin'-ass, mud-stuck, fuck boys
Gettin' bound to borin', you shit out of luck boys
The Kingz is back in the buildin', just in the knick of time
And we fin' to do it to it partner while you niggaz lyin'

Touchin' us, you niggaz dyin', kill you hoes, just for tryin'
Death befo' dishonor, you never see me testifyin'
Standin' on the stand, grab a workout in the yard
Trill niggaz never fraud, you can put that on the Lord

Goin' hard, ask the hardest nigga you know in the street
I'm the last nigga that that nigga wanna meet
Ain't no need to exaggerate, I just tell it like it is
So get the fuck up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin' biz
I?m the shit

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

Well, if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G
And you put 'em both together, what the fuck would you see?
U.G.K. nigga, fresher than a cashmere sweater
When it come to keepin' it trill, nobody do it better

Ain't no candy paint wetter, no 24's classier
No leather seats softer, no other brothers classier
And you could never pass me up, so slow your roll, mayne
Recognize the real when Pimp and Bun in control, mayne

Ugh, I got a candy cup, sittin' on buck
Two-hundred thousand when I roll up
Year ago, I was on lock, now I'm out here droppin' them tops
48 months, I was gone, barely got back, it's still on
I know y'all hate to see the Pimp free, all y'all all can eat a big D

I see the Kingz winnin', thought it was over, it's the beginnin'
Underground, we run the South, diss me, I'ma bust your mouth
I don't run, I come to your house
You gon' lose, nigga, that's no doubt
We can jump or pop it out, I ain't Jeezy, don't swap it out
Knahmtalkinbout?

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

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Hood - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: Hood
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Jamal Glaze, Lawrence Edwards, Jonathan Smith, Donnell Prince, Craig Love

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Lyric:
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
(Yeah yeah)
And first-off
(Whaddup?)
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu

We can take it to the street nigga if u got beef
'Cus ain´t home wit it I´ma knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin´ talkin´ shit
I´m in your damn house wit your girl on my dick

I´m the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin´ hits
So shut tha fuck 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 fuck 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
(Fuck 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
'Cus 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 muthafuckin´ cratchin´
Too transaction and won´t nobody assin´
Until you raise your mouth like a muthafuckin´ fagot

It ain´t no burriations niggas still hatin´
But I guess, I hate too 'cus 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 muthafuckin´ 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 summen boi it ain´t workin´
You don´t want a Trill nigga you [unverified]
You need to take your ass home and neva [unverified]

Give me the bitch hard like a dick
(Dick)
Ready to fuck, we ain´t takin´ shit
(Fuck, shit)
We gon' bust your knuts
(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´, 'cus 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 muthafuckin´ paper
(Neva that)
Non a nigga, youknawmean?
(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
(Uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckin´ real

BME, BME, BME click
(Yeah, yeah)
We about this bitch
Real stay real and fake always stay fake
Neva muthafuckin´ hate

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Know What I'M Sayin - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Know What I'M Sayin
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Bernard Freeman, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Represent ya hood
Represent ya block
Represent ya spot
Know what I'm saying?
Represent ya ward
Represent ya town because it's goin' down
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

When you see me with my gun on it's a be a one on
You know what type of shit Big Bun on
Know what I'm saying?
Some of that six figure shit, that live and die by the trigger shit
That H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Wanna fuck with me get a bigger clique move yay get a bigger brick
Wanna fuck my gal get a bigger dick
Know what I'm saying?
So do me a favor recognize that you a hater
That couldn't see me if I was ya neighbor
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Yeah, Mike Jones and Swishahouse, finna meet me at yo sista house
Tell het have that doja and them swishas out
Know what I'm saying?
Nigga we gon' set up shop in here, let bottles pop in here
And watch these bad ass bitches bop in here
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Shit middle fingaz up and haters down, we about that drama
So if you don't want it bitch don't bring us up
Know what I'm saying?
Man and we gonna be grindin', nigga huggin' this block
Till they free K S and let my brother off lock
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Represent ya hood
Represent ya block
Represent ya spot
Know what I'm saying?
Represent ya ward
Represent ya town because it's goin' down
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Represent yo hood
Represent yo block
Represent yo spot
Know what I'm saying?
Represent ya ward
Represent ya town because it's goin' down
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

I sip on purple barre, ride around town in my candy car
Diamonds shine like a star
Know what I'm saying?
I love to grip that wood grain, love to talk that Texas slang
I spend change like it ain't no thang nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Because down south we be tippin' on fo's
In the parking lot pimpin these hoes, it's M.O.B. on every hoe nigga
Know what I'm saying?

Down in H-Town we grippin' on grain
Flippin' on swangs sippin' that drank
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
Know what I'm saying?
I said, "281-330-8004"
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Now, represent ya hood
Represent ya block
Represent ya spot
Know what I'm saying?
Represent ya ward
Represent ya town because it's goin' down
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Represent yo hood
Represent yo block
Represent yo spot
Know what I'm saying?
Represent ya ward
Represent ya town because it's goin' down
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

They betta stop playin because we might slain
Somebody start prayin' man
Know what I'm saying?
I'm 'bout to get it hot before I blow the spot
Give me some henn and rocks fool
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm 'bout to let it go, I'm talkin' killa blow
You watch yo chick you check ya bitch
Know what I'm saying
You niggas know it's on, we pushin' plenty chrome
This the Don me and Bun
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

I fuck with Mike Jones, broke niggas stay at home
We off the hook like Cokka Book
Know what I'm saying
Big Texas where it's at, y'all betta holla back
We packin' gats and smokin' sacks
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Pimpin these young hoes and my bank roll sits swoll
Got me tippin' on fo fo's nigga
Know what I'm saying
I'm 'bout to smash up, ya'll niggas given up
You roll a square and po a cup
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Now, represent ya hood
Represent ya block
Represent ya spot
Know what I'm saying?
Represent ya ward
Represent ya town because it's goin' down
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Represent ya hood
Represent ya block
Represent ya spot
Know what I'm saying?
Represent ya ward
Represent ya town because it's goin' down
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Know what I'm saying?

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Bodyparts 2 (Corrected) - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, M Child, Ricky Dunigan, M Henderson, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Lola Mitchell, T Tools

Lyric:
Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit you wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're back when the war's gone bitch

You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now when they comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
Them people callin' it green that smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him I need to let some shots off
It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When they jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no heart
You niggas front from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts

Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with this?
Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body parts through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk

Several bodies in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you high

I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill
You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'
4 and 5 vans deep while your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch

I met this dude last week who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a hook up on some tall and some light green ink
What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the streets

Curve after curve I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a guns
'Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run

Please don't test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Whichever you choose you lose, you lose

First time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet black Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up in the [unverified]
But watch the game 'cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end

Check this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up with bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down with Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill you can feel this

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' damn fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can smell it well
And if them police pull us over I'm the first to bail

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see Triple 6, it's on

Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker
For talkin' that shit, uh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a motherfucker for crossin' my click, bitch

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts into my trunk
See me after Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger

I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at hey boy, I better witness a [unverified]
If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk

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