Trill N**% lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon & Don P]
Yeahhhh!
Aww BME Click! (BME Click!)
It's Trillville n*gga! (Trillville!)
Your boy Lil Jon! (Lil Jon!)
Is the CD f*ckin' on?
Now, I gotta adress some of these f*cked n*ggas (Whats up?!)
That have been yippin' and yappin' all that sh*t (f*ck that sh*t)
You know what n*gga, we trill n*ggas, we don't play with hoes (f*ck that sh*t n*gga!)
We don't play with you either n*gga (Ayyyyee!)
f*ck that sh*t n*gga (Ayee!)
Yeah! (Yeah!)
BME CLICK!!

[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill n*ggas don't play n*gga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
f*ck that, f*ck that, f*ck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back

[Verse 1: Dirty Mouth]
Well, it's your n*gga Dirty Mouth, Trillville representer (yee'n know)
And I don't give a f*ck 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 f*ck your ass up if you f*cking with my crew (Foreal!)
BME Click, you know what would be the sh*t?
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 f*cking with a G man
'Cause I'mma always be on top with a Glock in hand
[Hook x2: Don P & Dirty Mouth]
Trill n*ggas don't play n*gga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
f*ck that, f*ck that, f*ck
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 n*gga, you ain't my homie
So don't let this sh*t fool you
Try to rap and n*ggas "boo" you
Think I'mma let this sh*t slide, no I rather do you
[?] for the 45
Open up your mouth b*tch, 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 n*gga, I'mma call this [?]
Copy read, cuz If you don't, n*gga I'mma bust back
Try to explain, too late, man f*ck 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 n*ggas don't play n*gga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
f*ck that, f*ck that, f*ck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 3: Don P]
Don P in this b*tch, TrillTime is the clique
Trillville is the crew, n*gga f*ck you
Lay your ass down like a bad case of the flu
And I don't need no n*ggas 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' sh*t, 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 f*ck it
I'm snappin'!
And I take that, just let me have it
'Cause all they gon' say "Is that lil n*gga Snappy?"
And I don't care who your friends are
I beat this n*gga 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 n*ggas don't play n*gga, nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
f*ck that, f*ck that, f*ck
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back