Trill Recognize Trill
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

The lyrics to Bun B and Ludacris’ song Trill Recognize Trill describe the life of Southern OGs, who still carry firearms and live by the code of Trill. The chorus repeats the phrase “I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel” to emphasize the rappers’ fearlessness and their ability to hold their ground. They reference their status as OGs, which means original gangsters, and describe how their money speaks for itself, so they don’t need to explain their actions to anyone. The verses vividly describe the dangers of living in their neighborhood, with the threat of violence ever-present. Bun B and Ludacris assert their reputation as hard men who will not be intimidated and warn others against crossing them.


Bun B’s verse highlights his allegiance to his city and his crew, UGK. He boasts of his reputation as a tough guy and his willingness to take down anyone who challenges him. He recognizes the dangers of living in a rough neighborhood and describes how he has had to rely on violence to protect himself. Ludacris’ verse describes his own successes in the music industry while also emphasizing his status as a tough guy. He lists his achievements, including breaking a record held by Wilt Chamberlain, but then quickly shifts the focus to the fact that he carries a firearm for protection. He concludes by warning others not to mess with him if they value their lives.


Overall, Trill Recognize Trill is a hard-hitting, aggressive song that celebrates Southern gang culture and the code of Trill. The lyrics are vivid and full of tough talk, but they also highlight the dangers of living in a violent neighborhood. The chorus, “I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel,” serves as an anthem for anyone who has had to rely on violence to protect themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

I still, I still, I still, I still
Despite everything, I still remain the same.


I still, I still, I still, tote steel
Although I've faced challenges, I still carry a weapon.


I still tote steel, I still tote steel
I am still armed and dangerous.


I still, ha
I am still here and ready to act.


I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
I carry a weapon and don't care about your opinion.


We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
We are experienced southern gangsters and can recognize each other's authenticity.


All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
My associates in the drug trade keep quiet and don't make mistakes.


Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
Our wealth and success is self-evident and doesn't require explanation.


Bun be is the name, UGK is the click
My name is Bun Be and my crew is UGK (Underground Kingz).


P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the dick
I am from Port Arthur, Texas, and if you don't like it, you can go away.


I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
I am from a place where people are authentic and tough.


Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard
People here are quick to act and confrontational.


We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
We have never been fake or weak.


So if you wanna get it crackin', every nigga is game
If you want to fight, anyone here is willing.


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


Any place, any time, I'll be waitin' right there
I am always ready to fight.


See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
I will give you a hard blow and then kill you.


But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
My associates will finish you off once you are down.


All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
We only know how to survive and don't accept losses.


So before you play with us, you best play with yourself
Think twice before trying to mess with us.


'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I am tired of people trying to look tough and intimidating.


I'm 'bout ready to give these fuck niggaz a clean slug
I am ready to shoot these annoying people and be done with it.


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


And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, fuck it
Shoot and kill the annoying person.


Talkin' about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain
People are jealous of my expensive accessories.


Who's baddest on the block? What my status in the game?
People are wondering who is the toughest and most successful in the area.


The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
I have sold a lot of records, and Bobby V's album is doing well.


And all them number one chart positions that I hold
I have topped the charts many times.


The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself
I am wealthy, but I don't need to brag about it.


But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf
I am willing to share my weapons.


I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin'
I am flashy and eye-catching.


Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain
Ludacris is skilled at rolling a cigar, and he has broken Wilt Chamberlain's record for sexual conquests.


I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin'
I am from College Park, Georgia, and managing in Houston, Texas.


So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
Either get on board with me or suffer the consequences.


I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy
My influence is felt across the entire country.


I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz
I am doing this for my own benefit, my daughter, and the people in my neighborhood who trap drugs.


Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
We drive fancy cars, paint them bright colors, and make a lot of money.


But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
But we have guns, so don't mess with us.


Click, since I was born, I've been the shit
I have always been excellent.


And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit
My success is self-evident, and I don't need to boast.


Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
People should run or hide because trouble is coming.


'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Because we are coming, and we are tough and ready to shoot.


Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
You are messing with a very dangerous person.


The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother
I am as tough as my deceased brother, who was also a gangster.


So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
Get ready to take cover and protect yourself.


We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect
We are coming to take your money and earn your respect by force.


But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
We only take cash, no other forms of payment.


Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us
Don't mess with us, or you will die.


You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
You will need divine intervention to survive.


Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter
If you mess with me, you will suffer chaos and destruction.


That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
My gun will kill you.


You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya
You are a weak person, and we don't want to associate with you.


Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen
I stopped caring when my friend Pimp C was sent to prison.


So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends
I am not friends with everyone, and only associate with certain people.


Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Make sure I get my money, and no one will be harmed.


Before I put somebody's children under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it
I am willing to kill someone's children if they cross me.




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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