Trill N% by Trillville Lyrics
[Intro: Lil Jon & Don P]
Yeahhhh!
Aww BME Click! (BME Click!)
It's Trillville nigga! (Trillville!)
Your boy Lil Jon! (Lil Jon!)
Is the CD fuckin' on?
Now, I gotta adress some of these fucked niggas (Whats up?!)
That have been yippin' and yappin' all that shit (fuck that shit)
You know what nigga, we trill niggas, we don't play with hoes (fuck that shit nigga!)
We don't play with you either nigga (Ayyyyee!)
Fuck that shit nigga (Ayee!)
Yeah! (Yeah!)
BME CLICK!!
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 1: Dirty Mouth]
Well, it's your nigga Dirty Mouth, Trillville representer (yee'n know)
And I don't give a fuck where you from or where you live
You betta get your mind right before I take you left
Knock your ass deaf and put your brains upon the Chevy
You can get your boys, 'cause they can get it too
I'mma fuck your ass up if you fucking with my crew (Foreal!)
BME Click, you know what would be the shit?
Stomping through your area with a loaded clip
Making body split, at karate style
And I'mma tell you once again that I'm a wild child
A wild child from the slums of the ATL
[?]
You better bail while you got a chance hoe
Cause if I catch you I'mma beat you till your nose blow
That's what you get for fucking with a G man
'Cause I'mma always be on top with a Glock in hand
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 2: Lil Atlanta]
I'mma tell you one time, and one time only
If you ain't a trill nigga, you ain't my homie
So don't let this shit fool you
Try to rap and niggas "boo" you
Think I'mma let this shit slide, no I rather do you
[?] for the 45
Open up your mouth bitch, ain't such a tough guy
All I need is 5 mics, rep from the streets and I'm good
Just in case the magazines hate, and I'm still hood
I been a vet, this ain't something that happens over-night
Rooky ass nigga, I'mma call this [?]
Copy read, cuz If you don't, nigga I'mma bust back
Try to explain, too late, man fuck that
You gon' need your hard hat, don't forgett your comback
Get shot when you leavin' the home, you can't come back
And noway you [?] when I let you pass
And try'na run [?]
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 3: Don P]
Don P in this bitch, TrillTime is the clique
Trillville is the crew, nigga fuck you
Lay your ass down like a bad case of the flu
And I don't need no niggas around me, that ain't true
And I ain't talkin' bout the [?] of master P
I'm talkin' bout we'll see murders on the CD's
Talkin' shit, don't make me make you related to Bruice Lee
Whoop yo ass ever year, change your name annually
I'm makin' money, I do what I wanna do I'm happy
And you can't tell me what to say so fuck it
I'm snappin'!
And I take that, just let me have it
'Cause all they gon' say "Is that lil nigga Snappy?"
And I don't care who your friends are
I beat this nigga blind folded with my hands tied
Come closer, so you can see my eyes
If it wasn't for Lil Jon, you wouldn't even be alive
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
Yeahhhh!
Aww BME Click! (BME Click!)
It's Trillville nigga! (Trillville!)
Your boy Lil Jon! (Lil Jon!)
Is the CD fuckin' on?
Now, I gotta adress some of these fucked niggas (Whats up?!)
That have been yippin' and yappin' all that shit (fuck that shit)
You know what nigga, we trill niggas, we don't play with hoes (fuck that shit nigga!)
We don't play with you either nigga (Ayyyyee!)
Fuck that shit nigga (Ayee!)
Yeah! (Yeah!)
BME CLICK!!
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 1: Dirty Mouth]
Well, it's your nigga Dirty Mouth, Trillville representer (yee'n know)
And I don't give a fuck where you from or where you live
You betta get your mind right before I take you left
Knock your ass deaf and put your brains upon the Chevy
You can get your boys, 'cause they can get it too
I'mma fuck your ass up if you fucking with my crew (Foreal!)
BME Click, you know what would be the shit?
Stomping through your area with a loaded clip
Making body split, at karate style
And I'mma tell you once again that I'm a wild child
A wild child from the slums of the ATL
[?]
You better bail while you got a chance hoe
Cause if I catch you I'mma beat you till your nose blow
That's what you get for fucking with a G man
'Cause I'mma always be on top with a Glock in hand
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 2: Lil Atlanta]
I'mma tell you one time, and one time only
If you ain't a trill nigga, you ain't my homie
So don't let this shit fool you
Try to rap and niggas "boo" you
Think I'mma let this shit slide, no I rather do you
[?] for the 45
Open up your mouth bitch, ain't such a tough guy
All I need is 5 mics, rep from the streets and I'm good
Just in case the magazines hate, and I'm still hood
I been a vet, this ain't something that happens over-night
Rooky ass nigga, I'mma call this [?]
Copy read, cuz If you don't, nigga I'mma bust back
Try to explain, too late, man fuck that
You gon' need your hard hat, don't forgett your comback
Get shot when you leavin' the home, you can't come back
And noway you [?] when I let you pass
And try'na run [?]
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 3: Don P]
Don P in this bitch, TrillTime is the clique
Trillville is the crew, nigga fuck you
Lay your ass down like a bad case of the flu
And I don't need no niggas around me, that ain't true
And I ain't talkin' bout the [?] of master P
I'm talkin' bout we'll see murders on the CD's
Talkin' shit, don't make me make you related to Bruice Lee
Whoop yo ass ever year, change your name annually
I'm makin' money, I do what I wanna do I'm happy
And you can't tell me what to say so fuck it
I'm snappin'!
And I take that, just let me have it
'Cause all they gon' say "Is that lil nigga Snappy?"
And I don't care who your friends are
I beat this nigga blind folded with my hands tied
Come closer, so you can see my eyes
If it wasn't for Lil Jon, you wouldn't even be alive
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill niggas don't play nigga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back