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| UGK Underground Kings Trill Niggas Don't Die I pack that nine everytime, and I ain't trying dying Pussy nigga, I pack that nine everytime and I ain't trying dying I just wanna celebrate Cause trill niggaz don't die Pussy nigga, thinking you gon kill me I got some'ing for your ass, nigga you gon feel me I'ma blow you out the water, with the 2-23 Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese Nigga talking bout, robbing Chad Run up on me with that first, will leave you stinking in the grass If your calico to mask, if you Baptist go to church See a hoe up in a nigga, gon pull up a skirt That'll be, some incredible shit Niggaz scheming on my bezel, on some devilish shit I been to hell and back, on another level you bitch Go on try it I'm going live, they gon need a shovel for you bitch I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot In a dog eat dog world, y'all fellas be chasing girls When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me But I can't help but to notice, I'm one of the coldest And I know y'all haters love when I'm locked up, but I won't lose focus Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got So lately my gun ain't been hid, it's been displayed a lot My attitude is fucked up, I don't give a fuck cause I just don't give one Thinking bout living a life where everything you do right is wrong, mo'fucker I live one I know niggaz wanna kill me, but I'm still riding pride Cause the Lord riding with me, and that's the main reason why Some niggaz win, and some niggaz lose Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying to blues Some niggaz already lost, and ain't gon lose no mo' Big shoes hoe choose, ain't paying dues no mo' Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school hoe Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe I was sagging in my khaki's, 'fore Dickies cool Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets The young B.G.'s, really love to thump Fuck radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk For the girls popping pussy, and the boys with the blow Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here repping for it hoe Can't any man, boy or woman take away my soul It's a gift given from God, and I'm keeping a tight hold The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same But I'ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up They laying boys down, they future they scooping up We keep it click tight, so when niggaz start lurking In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking Put my work in on the reg', the powder in the keg A dragging society, don't borrow don't beg For tomorrow so gon 'head with your pity, I'ma be cool Kindergardeners was looking up to me, in pre-school Down with Pimp C fool, and P-A-T the town Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill niggaz don't die |
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