Trillville - Trill N**% lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon] Yeahhhh! Aww BME Click (BME Click) It's Trillville n***a (Trillville) Yo boy Lil Jon Is the CD f**in on? Now, I gotta adress some of these f**ed n***as (Whats up?) That have been yippin' and yappin' all that sh** (f** dat sh**) We trill n***as, we don't play with hoes We don't play with you either n***a (Ayyyyee) f** that sh** n***a (AAAYeee) Yeah! (Yeah!) BME CLICK!! [Chorus: Trillville x2] Trill n***as don't play n***a nann day Think I'mma let you slide? No way f** that, f** that, f** We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth] It's yo n***a Dirty Mouth Trillville representing (yee know) And I don't give a f** where you from or where you live You betta get yo [?] before I take yo left Knock yo a** deaf and put your brains upon dat chevy You can get your boys, cuz they can get it too I'mma f** yo a** up if you f**ing with my click (FO REAL!) BME Click You know what would be the sh**? Stomping through your area with a load of clip Make a body split At karate style And I'mma tell you once again that I'm a wild child A wild child from the slungs of the ATL And you gon catch neva f**ing with my damn mail You better bail While you got a chance hoe Cuz if I catch you I'mma beat you 'til yo nose blow That's what you get for f**ing with da G man Cuz I'mma always be on top with a glock in hand [Chorus: Trillville x2] Trill n***as don't play n***a nann day Think I'mma let you slide? No way f** that, f** that, f** 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***a, you ain't my homie So don't let this sh** fool ya Try'na rap a n***as booyah I'mma let this sh** slide, no I rather do you ? for the 45 Open up yo mouth b**h Ain't such a tough guy All my n***as [?] streets and I'm good Just in case the magazines hate, and I'm still hood I've been up in this, and some of it happens over night Rooky a** n***a, I'mma call this [?] Copy read, cuz If you don't, n***a I'mma bust back Try'na explain, too late, man f** that You gon' need yo hard hands Don't forgett your comback b**h shot you leave you there hoe You can't even come back And noway you [?] when I let you pa** And try'na run lose [?] [Chorus: Trillville x2] Trill n***as don't play n***a nann day Think I'mma let you slide? No way f** that, f** that, f** We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back [Verse 3: Don P] Don P in this b**h, TrillTime is the click Trillville is the crew, n***a f** you Lay yo a** down like a bag [?] And I don't need no n***as 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**, don't make me make it related to Bruice Lee Woop yo a** ever year, change your name regulary I'm makin' money, I do what I wanna do I'm happy And you can't tell me what to say so f** it I'm SNAPPY And I take that, just let me have it Cuz all they gon' say "Is that lil n***a Snappy?" (eee eee) And I don't care who your friends are I beat this n***a blind folded with my hands tie Come closer, so you can see my eyes If it wasn't for Lil Jon, you wouldn't even be alive (be alive) [Chorus: Trillville x2] Trill n***as don't play n***a nann day Think I'mma let you slide? No way f** that, f** that, f** We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back