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Trill Recognize Trill Chords

Music by: Bun B, Ludacris
Tone E minor BPM 143 Views 15
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[Verse 1]
[Am]I st[Em]ill,[Am]
[Em][Am]
[Em]I still, I still, I st[C]ill[Am]
I still, I still, [Em]I still, tote steel
I still [G]tote [Em]steel, I still tote steel
I [C]still, [Am]ha

[Verse 2]
[Am]I st[Em]ill tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some [C]southern
[Am]OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my [Em]hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
Money [C]speaks for itself [Am]so
we ain't gotta say shit
[Em]I still tote steel,

[Verse 3]
give a fuck how you feel
We some [C]southern
[Am]OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my [Em]hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
Money speaks [C]for itself [Am]so we

[Verse 4]
ain't gotta say shit
[Am]Bun be is [Em]the n[Am]ame, UGK is the click
P A T is [C]the city so if you [Am]hate,
suck the dick
I'm from the land of the trill,
from the [Em]home of the hard
[Am]Where niggaz don't [C]wait to see ya,
[Am]they bring it to your yard

[Verse 5]
[Am]We ain't never been fr[Em]aud,
[Am]we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin',
every nigga is game
So we can catch a [Em]corner,
[Am]or we ca[Em]n catch a square
[Am]Any place, a[C]ny t[Am]ime,
I'll be waitin' right there

[Verse 6]
See I [Am]give you a bad [Em]one
and shoot you in the spine
But as soon [Am]as you hit your back,
my dogs'll eat you alive
All we [Em]know is survive,
[Am]we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us,

[Verse 7]
you best play with yourself
[Am]'Cause I'm tired of the [Em]tough talk,
tired [Am]of the m[Em]ean mug
[Am]I'm 'bout read[C]y to give these
[Am]fuck niggaz a clean slug
Cock [Em]back the hammer on
the goddamn steel
And put a [Am]hollow in the middle
of his goddamn breel, fuck it
I [Em]still tote steel,

[Verse 8]
give a fuck how you [Am]feel
[Em]We some so[C]uthern
[Am]OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my [Em]hustlers keep quiet and
my [Am]dealers don't slip
[Em]Money spea[C]ks for itself so[Am]
we ain't gotta say shit
[Em]I still tote steel,

[Verse 9]
give a fuck [Am]how you [Em]feel
We some [C]southern
[Am]OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my [Em]hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
Money [C]speaks for itself [Am]so we
ain't gotta say shit

[Verse 10]
Talkin' [Am]about the carats in my watch,
[Em]diam[Am]onds 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
[Em]And al[Am]l them numbe[C]r one [Am]chart
positions that I hold
The money and the [Em]wealth,

[Verse 11]
well, I'll keep it to myself
But [Am]I'm always willin' to share
the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin',
[Em]ding- a- l[Am]ing dang[Em]lin'[Am]
Luda, [C]the sheet swisha, broke
[Am]the record of Wilt Chamberlain

[Verse 12]
I'm College [Am]Park rangerin', Hous
[Em]ton, Tex manger[Am]in'
So get down or lay down and see these
middle finger rings
I'm banging in [Em]the East, West,
South, all over the map, boy
[Am]I do it for myse[C]lf, my[Am] daughter,
and all these trap boyz
Lac [Em]boyz, candy

[Verse 13]
and paint,
paper we stack boy
But [Am]semi- automatic [C]so make
[Am]the click get back boy
Click, since I was born,
[Em]I've been the shit
And money [Am]speak[C]s for itself
[Am]so I ain't never said, shit

[Verse 14]
[Am]I st[Em]ill tote steel, give a fuc[Am]k how you feel
[Em]We some so[C]uthern
[Am]OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my [Em]hustlers keep quiet and
my [Am]dealers don't slip
[Em]Money spea[C]ks for itself so[Am]

[Verse 15]
we ain't gotta say shit
[Am]I st[Em]ill tote steel, give a fuck ho[Am]w you fee[Em]l
We some [C]southern
[Am]OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my [Em]hustlers keep quiet and
my dealer[Am]s don't [Em]slip
Money speaks [C]for itself [Am]so we
ain't gotta say shit

[Verse 16]
Niggaz best to start [Em]runnin', hidin',
[Am]dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin',
ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster,
a beast like [Em]no ot[Am]her
The hardest nigga living since my
motherfucking brother
So duck and [Em]cover,

[Verse 17]
duck and roll, hit the deck
We [Am]comin' [C]for money and [Am]your
motherfuckin' respect
But we ain't taking no [Em]checks,
money orders or visas
Your [Am]life is on the [C]line [Am]so don't
motherfuckin' tease us
You gonna [Em]need Jesus,

[Verse 18]
[Em]
to hold you and help ya
Cause [C]you fuckin' with me, bitch,
[Am]you gonna see helter skelter
That [Em]heat gon melt ya,
this steel gon gut ya
You're [Am]lame ass nigga,

[Verse 19]
know ya nolia then fuck ya
[Am]Bitch, I stopped giv[Em]ing a damn
when pimp went to the pen
So not [Am]every[C]one's associates
and [Am]nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my [Em]ends
and nobody gets hurt
Before I [Am]put somebody's children
under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it
I [Em]still tote steel,

[Verse 20]
give a fuck [Am]how you feel
[Em]We some so[C]uthern
[Am]OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my [Em]hustlers keep quiet and
my [Am]dealers don't slip
[Em]Money spea[C]ks for itself so[Am]
we ain't gotta say shit
[Em]I still tote steel,

[Verse 21]
give a fuck [Am]how you feel
[Em]We some so[C]uthern
OG's, Trill [Am]recognize Trill
All my [Em]hustlers keep quiet and
my dealer[Am]s don't [Em]slip
Money speaks [C]for itself [Am]so we ain't gotta say shit

[Outro 1]
[Em][C][Am]
[Em][C][Am]
[Em][C][Am]
[Em][C][Am]
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