Trill Recognize
Bun B Feat. Ludacris Lyrics


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I still, I still, I still, I still
I still, I still, I still, tote steel
I still tote steel, I still tote steel
I still, ha

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

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

Bun be is the name, UGK is the click
P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz 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, or we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waitin' 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 fuck niggaz a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the goddamn steel
And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, fuck it

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

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

Talkin' about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block? What my status in the game?
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold

The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin'
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain

I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz

Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I've been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit

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

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

Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother

So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect
But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us

You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya

Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen
So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it

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

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

Overall Meaning

In the song “Trill Recognize Trill,” Bun B featuring Ludacris shares their perspectives on staying true to the streets and the consequences that come with crossing them. The hook of the song emphasizes the importance of maintaining one's reputation by saying "Trill recognize Trill," suggesting that authenticity is recognized and rewarded by the street community. This is reinforced by the lyrical references to gun violence, drug dealing, and the consequences that come with disrespecting those who are involved in these illegal activities.


The first verse, performed by Bun B, reinforces the idea that he and his crew are from the southern states and are true "OG's," meaning they have been in the game for a long time and are well-respected in their respective cities, particularly in P.A.T. (Port Arthur, Texas). He warns that his crew is not to be messed with and that they will come to you rather than wait for you to come to them. They are not afraid to take on anyone and will always prioritize their reputation over anything else.


The second verse, performed by Ludacris, talks more about his personal accomplishments, such as his record sales and chart positions. However, he also emphasizes that despite his success, he is still willing to defend himself and his reputation when necessary. He mentions that he has amassed a lot of wealth from his music but always keeps his gun close to protect himself. He warns that any disrespect towards him or his crew will not be tolerated and that he is willing to use force to defend his reputation.


Overall, "Trill Recognize Trill" is a declaration of authenticity and a warning to anyone who tries to disrespect those who have built their reputations on the streets. Both Bun B and Ludacris emphasize that they are not to be messed with and will do whatever it takes to defend themselves and their reputations.


Line by Line Meaning

I still, I still, I still, I still
I'm still the same, nothing has changed


I still, I still, I still, tote steel
I still carry a gun, and I'm not afraid to use it


I still tote steel, I still tote steel
I'm emphasizing that I carry a gun


I still, ha
Just a filler ad-lib


I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
I carry a gun regardless of anyone else's opinion


We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
We're from the South and we're real gangstas, only real gangstas can recognize us as such


All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
My team doesn't snitch and we don't make mistakes on drug deals


Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
Our wealth and success are evident, so we don't need to brag


Bun be is the name, UGK is the click
My name is Bun B and I'm part of the UGK group


P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the dick
I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, and if you don't like it, tough luck


I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
I'm from where real gangstas come from


Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard
People don't wait for confrontation, they come find you where you live


We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
We're real gangstas, we've never been fake or weak


So if you wanna get it crackin', every nigga is game
If you want a fight, anyone will oblige


So we can catch a corner, or we can catch a square
We can fight anywhere, anytime


Any place, any time, I'll be waitin' right there
I'm not afraid of confrontation and I'll be ready for it


See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
I'll shoot you and make sure it's a fatal shot


But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
As soon as you're down, my crew will finish you off


All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
We're only concerned with staying alive, we don't accept losses


So before you play with us, you best play with yourself
Think before you mess with us, because we don't go down easily


'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm sick of people acting tough and trying to intimidate me


I'm 'bout ready to give these fuck niggaz a clean slug
I'm prepared to shoot these annoying people


Cock back the hammer on the goddamn steel
Get ready to fire the gun


And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, fuck it
Shoot the person in a fatal spot, regardless of consequences


Talkin' about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain
People are jealous of my wealth and style


Who's baddest on the block? What my status in the game?
People are questioning my status as the best gangsta on the block


The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
My music and my label are successful


And all them number one chart positions that I hold
I've achieved a lot of success in the music industry


The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself
I won't flaunt my wealth publicly


But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm willing to lend guns to my crew


I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin'
I'm flashy and extravagant


Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain
Ludacris is a great rapper and he's achieved a lot of success


I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin'
I'm from College Park and I also have ties to Houston


So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
Obey us or face the consequences, represented by our rings with middle fingers


I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy
My influence and reputation is felt everywhere


I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz
I'm doing this for my own interests and for the interests of my daughter and crew


Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
My crew drives fancy cars with candy paint jobs and we make a lot of money


But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Our cars might look pretty, but we also have guns


Click, since I was born, I've been the shit
I've always been cool, even from birth


And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit
I don't need to brag or talk about my wealth because it's obvious


Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
People should be afraid of us and start running away from us


'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
We're on our way to shoot and kill anyone who crosses us


Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
I'm a dangerous person and should not be underestimated


The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother
I'm the toughest person alive, even tougher than my own brother


So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
I'm about to start shooting, so people need to find cover


We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect
We're going to take your money and make sure you respect us


But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
We only accept cash


Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us
Don't mess with us because we're willing to kill


You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
If we decide to kill you, you're going to need spiritual help


Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter
If you mess with me, you're going to face chaos and violence


That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
Our guns will kill you


You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya
If you're not from our neighborhood, we don't care about you


Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen
I stopped caring about the consequences of my actions when my friend went to jail


So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends
I don't trust anyone and I don't consider anyone my friend


Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Just give me my money and nobody will get hurt


Before I put somebody's children under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it
If someone doesn't give me what I want, I'll kill them and leave their children without a parent




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, LA MARQUIS JEFFERSON, CRAIG LOVE, JONATHAN H SMITH

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LevelUp StatuZ

MY FAVORITE SONG ON THE ALBUM RESPECT

acemeister

much respect for LUDA!!!!

Denzel Sausageton

Bun B never spits a bad verse, hes an animal

jordan hinton

bun b + ludacris= THE ULTIMATE RAP DUO!!!!

Jason Elliott

I was at the gym the other day. Felt like shit, didn't feel like lifting, pissed off bout this chick, place was running rampant with douchbags. looked this song up on youtube, and instantly wanted to tear it up.  as said in below comments, Great GYM TRACK!!!!

MajorG13

No lie, it's the same for me today

Jason Elliott

MajorG13  hit it hard man!!!

MSL Gaming

this shit go hard as hell!!

billy martins

every song bun-b goes so hard

P-Dog

BEAT GOES TOO HARD!!!

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