(feat. Ludacris)


[Intro: Ludacris] 

I still [7X]

Tote steel 

I still tote steel [2X]

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) 

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 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 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, 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 niggaz 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 



[Chorus] 



[Ludacris] 

Talking about the carots 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 willing 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 Chamberlin 

I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering 

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 

Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy 

Click, since I was born, I been the shit 

And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit 



[Chorus] 



[Bun B] 

Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking 

Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking 

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 coming for money and your motherfucking respect 

We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's 

Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us 

You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya 

Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter 

That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya 

You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya 

Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen 

So not everyones associates and nobody's friends 

Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt 

Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it 



[Chorus]