Trill Recognize Trill Bun B (Ft. Ludacris)

[Intro: Ludacris]
I still (x7)
Tote steel
I still tote steel (x2)
I still, ha

[Chorus: Ludacris & (Bun B)]
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggas don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard
We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game
So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there
See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself
Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm bout ready to give these buck niggas a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel
Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it