• Trillville - Tony Yayo
• Dookie Love - Trillville
• Some Cut - Trillville
• Neva Eva - Trillville
• Bitch Niggaz - Trillville
• Hood - Trillville
• Gone - Trillville
• The Hood - Trillville
• No Problem - Trillville
• Neva Eva (Remix) - Trillville
• Infultrate - Trillville
• I'm Pimpin' - Trillville
• Ei L.A. - Trillville
• Get Some Crunk In Yo System - Trillville
• Eat It Up - Trillville
• Diamonds in My Pinky Ring - Trillville
• Cutty Buddy - Trillville
• Be Real - Trillville
• Crank It - Trillville
• Neva Eva (feat. Lil'jon) - Trillville
• What The Fuck? - Trillville
• Weakest Link - Trillville
• Head Bussa - Trillville
• Gone (bonus Track) - Trillville

(feat. 50 Cent)
[Eminem:] He Is Dj Whoo Kid
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Its The Talk Of New York
Yeah Nigga Real Talk Of New York
A.K.A. 12 12s 58 58s
I Got My Man Lloyd Banks In This Motherfucker
A.K.A. Blue Hefner
My Man Buck Young Buck A.K.A. Buck Marley
And I Got My Man 50 Cent You Know Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You Niggas In The Hood Try To Mention Me
You'll Get Turned Into An Unsolved Mystery
Homie My 44 'll Make You History
Kid You Died That Day It Was Meant To Be
With Your Mom And Your Papa Hopin' You Make It
And Po Po Thinkin' Its Gang Related
Nigga Its Drug Related
Listen Lifes A Bitch
My Ski Mask On, See My Eyes And My Lips
Slide In My Six
New Four Fifth
Extra Clip
Hollowtips
Now You Hit
Layin' Stiff
White Sheet Over Your Crisp Outfit
I Told You So
Pay That Dough
Now You In The Morgue With A Tag On Your Toe
Kick In Your Do' (Door)
With A Big Four Four
Give Me That Coke, That E And That Blow
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Hey Yo, Its T-O-N-Y
I Stay With A Semi
New Mac-10 'll Make All Your Men Die
You Don't Want No Drama
We Run Up On Your Mama
And Cock Back The Llama
Now Thats Beef Nigga
You Don't Want It Started
So Don't Get It Started
Cause My Gorillas Is Insane And Retarded
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Tony Yayo:]

If it aint wet enough (hea) get dat dookie love on(bitch)
If it to dry she bout to cry get that dookie love on
Rub it on ha back masage it in (stick dick)put it in
If ya wonna get that booty whole tou got use that dookie love
Dookie Dookie Dookie (oh my booty)

[Chorus]
What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)
[Verse One]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like Almond Joys and Kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around, you down to ride
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
And that's fo' sho'
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm Teddy
[Chorus]

(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho!)
Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!)
Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!)
Get on my level ho (Let's gooo!)
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get the fuck back, get the fuck back already
I ain't playin' nann day
Prove a nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
Time after time I ask myself is it really clever
For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva
Rank on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal
If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome, heavy metal
Never settle for less but always strive for the best
Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test
My Benz, looka at my 'Ac
Look at my Navi' and my 'Lac
Get on my level, hell nah neva that
I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat
Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone
Call us some broad to the Geor-Georgia Dome
Tryin' to get with me is like naps through a comb
They call me Don P AKA Corlio
Up in the club with my Cartier's on
Don't know if I'm high, drunk, or gettin' my roll on
He on the cell "Can ya hear me" hell nah
Get on my level, that's what I'm tryin' to tell y'all
For real
LA off in this thang, get up on my level ho
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva hang
Bitch nigga step the fuck back and if ya think I'm jokin'
Aks them niggas that tried to play us, see em' lyin' off in that coffin
Trillville, ATL swangin' swangin' throwin' bows
Got some niggas that be hatin' bustin' slugs at my foes
If ya thinkin' you can fuck with a nigga like me
Nah nigga get rich, Trillville and BME
What the fuck you talkin' about "What you deep" nigga what!
If a hater wanna hate then a hater gettin' bust
We ain't hard to find nigga so why ya steadily talkin' shit
I'm fixin' to sick my dogs ho
Pussy nigga, get big nigga ho
Get crunk out ya brains when I spit this verse
I'm a blood suckin' vampire, my venom is worse
Head bustas deal with dangerous thirsts
Shatter ya bones in ya chest and make ya motherfuckin' heart burst
Don't worry now, best of the South on the map
Knock yo thoughts out and leave yo brains on ya lap
Don't touch my Kango shorty, what's wrong with you
I might drop my fist back and knock yo grill through

Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
Dis generation I'm livin', it's nothin' but this lil' pimpin'
I'm breakin' niggaz like wody but nothin' but game I been given
Stay away from weak niggaz, who consolidate my figures
But if you cross the roadpass and put a 10 to yo liva
I gives a fuck about hoes, I gives fuck about trick
'Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is to slob and nob on my dick
So who in the you been wit', a snappin' fishes like dis
And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch
My ammunition is lethal like Danny Glover I'm armed
Wit' some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in alarm
So back the fuck out my face before you get yo ass slung
Wit' dis AKA-47 aimin' right at yo heart
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
Bitch nigga you don't know me
So why in the fuck you try'n to hate
Runnin' your mouth just like some hoe
Bitch that's the closest thing to fake
All in my face just like it's cool
But I see right through this shit
Talkin' 'bout dat you my folk
No nigga you's a bitch
Get back boy
I'm a be gettin' laid up in this bitch
What, nigga time and time again
I done told you better duck nigga
'Cuz if ya fake, stay the fuck away 'cuz I don't like ya bitch
All my niggaz know ya and they know that you's a stay trick
Fuck, fuck, fuck up to tell ya that I ain't gon' make me show ya
1, 2, 3, 4, nigga
Mothafucka what it is, nigga, eyein' me bitch hoe ass nigger
You just stepped up in some shit and you ready to dip quick
Run mothafucka, stay away from real shit
Bitch nigga might not like me, I don't like it either bitch
Pussy nigga get back
Pussy nigga get slapped
Pussy nigga get [Incomprehensible]
Pussy nigga get threshed, nigga
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
Next time me and you
'Cuz I ain't never wanna meet'cha
Always talkin' the bullshit hell, no you never future
Always talkin' like a preacher but you some of the bullshit
You can meet me at the club nigga
Fuck the poolpit' nigga
Fuck the damn altar nigga
I ain't sayin' salter nigga
Speakin' of me lets meet at the parkin' lot with all my damn niggas
So we can go on and figure out who real and who fake
'Cuz I see through you like glass nigga
So go ahead and break
I'm not I'm the super AKA slash, slash up in your face
Talkin' that bullshit another garbage and I'll I push you away
Strike one, bad mistake, strike two, bad mistake
World Series Championship, ain't nothin', nothin' about me rich
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
Bitch niggaz don't know me
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
So stay away from hoe niggaz
Scrap y'all, scrap y'all, ain't that some muhfuckin' shit
Talkin' like you know me gonna get your punk ass hit
Put that down, nigga, that's weed in the air keep jumpin' in my face
I'm gonna knock the dreads out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me, niggas testin' my clique
I'm a show ya that I'm a G
Yeah, that's the same nigga, fuckin' your daughter
With the pimpin' out so hard they gonna call it hoe slaughter
Sayin', "I'm a bitch shorty, who that me playa
Even bitches save me for that
I'll never date ya now hoes out your face, can you translate?

(lil jon)
ladies and gentlemen ,i'd like welcome you, to the life and times, of trillville. Now i'll be your guide on dis here journey. It's your boi lil jon checkin in and first up we'll let my nigga dirty mouf holla at cha.
(dirty mouf)
we can take it to the streets nigga, if you got beef. Dont bring no hoe wit yo i'ma knock out ya teeth, run ya fake hands, nigga keep talking shit. I"m in yo damn house wit cha girl on my dick.
I'm realest motherfucka when it comes to making hits, so shut the fuck up before i bust ya in yo lip. The street lights on for the best to go home. It's gettin late for ya as i shine up in chrome. Aiming at cha dome, buck shots ranging.I'm deep off in the game with a niggas bringing pain. Nigga fuck the fame all i want is the doe, my name aint yo boy so dont try me like a hoe. I'm not cha average joe that you see everyday, i rob,steal and kill just to get my ass paid. I shine like da blang on da old school. A nigga acting fool make a nigga break da rules fo real.
(verse 2)
i know for a fact ye aint ready for da streets, ya selfish reign nigga on dis concrete. Ya fall to da ground den ya splatter to ma feet.Ya soundroll nigga, go home you cant compete. you and try in being me, dey watch tv, they try and imitate but dat gone make em fake. Cuz the hood aint acting, niggas start relaxing.thinking they can live in dis world witout packing, self the janet jackson.niggas still laughing.And how we broke it down to a motherfuckin fraction, 2 transaction and aint no body askin. Until you ran your mouth like a motherfucking faggot. And aint no variations, niggaz still hatin, but i guess i hate too cuz i hate the music they creating, hoes that they saving, bands that they making, and whoever else like em so i hate dey fan basis. yeea
(verse 3)
Look, ye aint ready for the streets.. you claim to be hard but cha weak. a bad bitch, and ya sweat at cha meet, the only thing you probably touch was a feet, ya beat cha meat, now picture me i'ma servent, get cha ass up da block you aint working, ya'll wanna trill nigga den close da curtain, ya need to take ya ass home, and dats for certain. a bitch, hard like a dick ready to fuck. and we aint take a shit we gone bust a nut.Some niggaz do it for a meal and when times get hard they get up in yo grill, fo real. Man where a nigga live and i aint trippin cuz thats all i got to give. It make a young nigga E stronger i guess thats the reason why a nigga stay ballin.

Gone
go ahead and buck den,stop trippin actin like u scared to buck
[Chorus]
u can buck if u wanna buck mothafucka (git gone) and be an example fo da mothasuckaz (gone gone)
[repeat 3 more times]
[Bohagon]
[verse 1]
I really ain't givin a fuck and even if I did,still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed,pop back
at a wimp like ??
through da pure ass magic I disappear in traffic,a lot of folks gon hate cuz dey know I'm a fool
and dey know I'ma shit,I finally git out da school,if I spit out da tools,I'll spit out da
bluez,don't bug it and confuse,I will not lose,I come through on shoes and why 2 hoes choose,on u
know who,I have no clue,I just do wat I do,I just know wat I know,I'ma tell u once nigga don't
fuck wit Bo
[Chorus-repeat]
[lil scrappy]
[verse 2]
straight leggin up on folks wit da dubs or digits,I'll hit yo ass so hard,feel like tearin
midgits,man wat if u say u don't like me,but I don't take(?) and threats so likely,I'm a G,take
it to da streets,its about to go down when I pull da heat,if u can't stand ma click u can kiss ma
ass(kiss ma ass)fuck around make ya jump inda grass,but dat ain't it and dat ain't all,ma name is
scrappy I love to brawl,gots to say dat I'm a hard head,got best inma blud cuz I'm a third bread
yeah!
[Chorus-repeat]
[Bohagon]
[verse 3]
we bout to crank it up city to city,let me know if u wit it,if da girl is pretty,could u show us
some titties,if da hoes are silly,if da hoes are dilly,put da hoes to a coast where dey(?)in
business,I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin,I pull ma weapon,dat girl ain't laughin,she blew ma
brains, bitch do yo thang,got da pussey befo I knew yo name,most niggaz are fake,most niggaz are
hate,dey can't wait,dey try to take wats on yo plate,wat u thank dis is must not thank dis real,I
pull da steel,don't u think yo cap can't get killed
[chorus-repeat]

[Lil' Jon:]
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you to the life and times of trillville. Now ill be your guide on this here journey. Its ya boy Lil' Jon check'n in. And first up, im'a let my nigga Dirtymouth holla at ya.
[Dirtymouth:]
We can take it to the streets nigga if ya got beef. Cause ain't no ho in me im'a knock out ya teeth. While you fake ass nigga keep talkin shit, i'm in your damn house with your girl on my dick. I'm the realest motha fucka when it comes to makein hits, so shut the fuck up fore i bust ya in your lip. The street lights on, so you best to go home, its gettin late for ya as i shine up the chrome. Aiming at ya dome buck shots rang im deep off in the game when the nigga bide his pain. Niiga fuck the fame im'a roll and gets the dough, my name ain't doughboy so dont be tryin me like a ho. I'm not your average joe that ya see every day, i rob, steal, and kill just to get my ass paid. I shine like a blade, on the old school. A nigga act a fool if a nigga break a rule. For real
[Lil Jon:]
Dirtymouth spittin' at ya bitches and niggas. Expecially talkin to you fake niggas out there. Youknow, real reconize real. And fake niggas always wanna hate an shit. You haten niggas we gonna find ya. We gonna seek ya out. Holla at em' Don P.
[Don:]
I know for a fact you ain't ready for the streets. You suckas rain on this concrete. You fall to the ground just a splat to my feet. You sound wrong nigga, go home, you cant compete. They try to be elite, they watch T.V. They try to imitate, and thats what make em' fake. Cause the hood ain't actin, niggas start relaxin'. Thinkin' they can live in this world without packin'. Shop at Janet Jackson, niggas still laughin, at how we broke it down, like a motha fuckin fraction. Two trasaction, and wasnt no body askin, until you ran your mouth like a motha fuckin faggot. And ain't no variations. Niggas still haten, but i guess i hate too because i hate the music they creatin'. Ho's that they savin, bands that they maken. Whoever else that like em, so i hate their fan bases. Yeah!
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya see a nigga like me, i've be all around the motha fuckin world, all over the place, all over this bitch. And you notice haten niggas everywhere you motha fuckin go. Theres fake nigga everywhere you motha fuckin go. But you know what, them fake niggas make the real niggas that much more stronger. Tell em' L.A.
[L.A.:]
Look, you ain't ready for the streets. And you claim to be hard, but you weak. A Bad bitch and you sweat at you beat. The only thing you probably touch, was her feet. You beat your meat. Now, picture me im servin. Get ya ass up to block, it ain't workin'. You dont want a trill nigga, you close your curtians, you need to take your ass home, and thats for certian. Gimme the bitch, hard like a dick ready to fuck. You ain't take a shit, we gonna bust a nut. With the steal, some niggas do it for a meal. If times get hard then you gearin up your grill. For real. The hood man, where a nigga live, and i aint trippin man cause thats all i have to give. Shit, and maybe your nigga is stronger, and i get it, thats the reason what a nigga stay ballin.
[Lil' Jon:]

You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club, get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't give a fuck
But you don't want no problem problem
But you don't want no problem problem
But you don't want no problem with me
'Coz BME we be 50 deep
You don't wanna be dead in the streets
Mouth full of blood and soaked from the heat
Why you tryna act hard as hell?
And you know damn well you don't wanna feel the shell
Nigga I been down by a lot
Gun to my head, pressed dead to the wall
I got big balls and bullets like baseballs
Split ya dome, put you straight, knock out all ya'll
Hell no, them boys don't play
Straight nuts to ya face put your pistol away
And don't weed to my head
I pray for the folks in the club gettin' scared, got a problem with that
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club, get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't give a fuck
But you don't want no problem problem
But you don't want no problem problem
But you don't want no problem with me
'Coz BME we be 50 deep
Hold 'em back, hold 'em back, man fuck that nigga
Fuck that hold 'em back gotta push that nigga
Hold 'em back, hold 'em back, push that nigga
Fuck that hold 'em back
Hey shawty it's on, goddamnit it's on
Keep poppin' in my face and get popped in the dome
Learn to rush mothafuckas, gonna hurt
If a nigga fall, that's when shit gets worse
The problem with you niggas is, you just talk too much
Man swang on a nigga and fuck his ass up
And you can walk on by with your nuts in a tub
I'll be your obliged if you really won't get crunk
In the A we don't play them games
We just stack and slang and load up them things
Gettin' buck if you wanna and catch a bow
Keep your pretty ass gull, beat your ass, and take your hoe
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club, get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't give a fuck
But you don't want no problem problem
But you don't want no problem problem
But you don't want no problem with me

What, What
Get on my level ho (What)
Get on my level ho (You Can't)
Get on my level ho (You Can't)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho)
Get on my level ho (It's BME Ho)
Get on my level ho (Let's Go!!!)
Bitch nigga you could neva eva,eva eva, eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho,
Get on my level ho,
Get on my level ho,
Get on my level ho,
Just like i said get tha fuck back, get up on my level
Chack, bread, and chips is all i stack, roll a seven bring it back
Neva crapped out cause my pimpin is too slick for that
But if you thank im jokin then i guess thats yo ass jack
Beat em' down, stomp em' out, you know what im talkin bout
Dirty mouth off in this bitch, Trillville we represent
Any city,any hood, any state its all good
Wish you links to get up on my level but you never could
In tha club, throwin bo's, niggaz scrillin wit they throat
Mean muggin' hard cuz they crunk off of Rainbow
BME is tha clique,North,South,East and West
Get up on my level cause my clique is tha fuckin best
Nigga, I got too many stars, too many stripes,too many focus, and too many pipes,
get up in tha club I'ma kill em' in a fight,
hit em' in tha mouth with a left and a right
fuck yo boyz, fuck yo law,
keep lookin at me I'ma him em' im tha jaw
Mac 11, Stoli Caliburs and SK's in tha trunk fo tha hataz if you really wanna brawl
See yo bitch, smack a bitch up tha thang, now me got to click
Bust yo dome in tha back of it, then I ride to the black cadillac and split
If you dont really wanna get tha picture, then i gotta hit you wit real steel
Let it ride the I scream you can't fuck wit Twista and Trillville
Cause we got them thangs, got that dust when im in da club girl stroke that butt
Make them shawtys wanna cut, wit tha spinnaz on tha benz, 24's on tha truck
Wood and Leather, you really wanna get ahead a muthafuckaz like me
But im bringin betta chedda
When it comes to outdoing muthafuckaz like me nigga you could Neva Eva
My My benz look at my Ac,Look at my benz look at my Ac
Get on my level hell naw neva that
Get on Get on my level hell naw neva that
My nigga chill,let a nigga know
Yo clique one, My clique foe
Lookin at my watch, time for ya'll boyz to go
I used to didn't have one but thats when i was broke
Always crunk wit my niggaz, usually
Always drunk wit my niggaz, usually
Thank this shit a joke Mr. D.L Hughley
Pump a nigga mouth,?? you feel like losin
Yeaaa, now take that, I knew you wasn't real cause all you do is chit chat
High and drunky drunky can I get my role back
High and drunky drunky can I get my throwback
L.A off in this bitch, still aint on my level ho
Crunk as fuck ready to buck, you betta duck here come b4
Get on tha floe, get down and toss
You pass tha meal , I got tha dro'
And I'm a pro so what you know about the ATL hoe
This where we play, Trillville USA
Street times is real, any city , any state
In fact you aint the ?? so catch an pump to yo face
These niggaz thank they hard, sweet as muthafuckin cake
A cupcake, a mistake hit you dead in tha mouth
and what we reppin muthafucka, that dirty south
So throw you clique up nigga, we stompin it out
And if you smell like trash we takin you out
Let me see you just
RUN AROUND THA MUTHAFUCKIN CLUB!
RUN AROUND THA MUTHAFUCKIN CLUB!
RUN AROUND THA MUTHAFUCKIN CLUB!
RUN AROUND THA MUTHAFUCKIN CLUB!
RUN AROUND THA MUTHAFUCKIN CLUB!
RUN AROUND THA MUTHAFUCKIN CLUB!
RUN AROUND THA MUTHAFUCKIN CLUB!

Bill-me Clinton (yeah)
Trillville (right) I see you sir
'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah)
Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz
Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you)
Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga
Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..
[Verse One]
Dunn we stay on the road mo' than construction workers
My pockets stay, fatter than them niggaz eatin them burgers
Me, I'm a Red Lobster nigga
Lobster bar, eatin like a mobster nigga
Trillville, I'm a R, cause I'm a trill nigga
Trilltown on the right cause I'ma put in the light
Ayy, ayy, dese niggaz don't know me
I'm the same nigga befo', and not the BET
Call me Corleone or Don P
It doesn't matter cause it's allllllll me
Like if I was to push a whip, Cartiers, and gold teeth
You would STILL see me in the streets, muh'fucker
[Chorus]
Dese niggaz think dey slick, tryin to infiltrate my click
But they cain't, cause as soon as I say AYYY, we all goin my way
Tryin to take my cheese, man that shit ain't gon' work with me
Cause as soon as I say YEAHHH, everybody comin with me
[Verse Two]
I gotta have the fresh shit dat [?] me
Ho you ain't gettin in 'less you show some ID
I'm a 106'n like AJ and Free
And I'm poppin Cristal, Moet and Hennessy
Cause I'm way too cool, but I'll be damned if a nigga try
disrespect my shit, watch a hatin nigga die
It's too much money but, not enough time
But if you get your foot, in the do', then you gotta climb
to the top, but haters gon' hate, want you to flop
But if you get rollin the thang gon' pop
I'ma get bread whether it's cold or hot
And when we come through the city all the hoes gon' flock
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Well it's King once again for the 2005
Dirty mouth the Gucci man Trillville on the rise
Trilltown dey in motion, Don P on my side
And you know I keep the potion full of 'gnac in my ride
Steppin out lookin good with Desire cologne
My main focus is to leave with somethin to take home
Now it's back in my zone, custom 3 what I claim
Never let these bitch niggaz get me off of my game
Now it's back to the lab, to read up on the yap
Lil' Atlanta hit me up to let me know 'bout the trap
Everythang's all good, now it's back to the hood
Got some broads do it all, loves grippin the wood
I'm a G about mine so nigga what about you
Get your mind off my money before my gun's on you
I don't have to play games therefore I don't make moves
I just post on the block with a million deuce
[Chorus]
Ewww
Bill-me Clinton, yeah
Trillville, I see you sir
Hehe
Right

[E40:]
This that boy E40 water mayne. Know what I'm talkin bout off this good ole burgondale coserosolini.
We fin to do our thug disolini mayne. Trillville up in this booth mayne. What is it? You know what I'm talkin bout? Real saucy real flossy mayne. We pimpin, and that's what we talkin bout mayne.
Square-ass niggas mayne tear up outta here mayne, You know mayne get somewhere where they money at mayne. We bosses mayne. You know what I'm talkin bout? Yeeee!
[Don P:]
Don P this, Don P that
Don P pockets always fat.
I guess that's that on that
better get a tic-tac fore you start the chit chat.
I ain't ludacris but nigga get back
you like that group criss cross
you wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wack!
And I'm a miggidy niggidy nack,
spit game to these hoes like pimpin Ken on the track.
Take a trip to Miami. Where the ladies love me and niggas treat me like family. Trill recognize trill holla at yo folk.
[where you at?] Over here by lake posted on my boat.
See you a funny nigga, somethin like a joke,
and I'm a money nigga somethin like nice dro.
They say if it ain't broke don't fix it, so I guess I'm gon keep on pimpin.
[Chorus x2:]
Gals love me (cause I'm pimpin)
Lawyers hate me (cause I'm pimpin)
In V.I.P. (cause I'm pimpin)
Wit my G's (cause I'm pimpin)
Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothin (I'm pimpin)
Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothin (I'm pimpin)
[Trillville:]
I'm all about pimpin, mackin, hustlin, stackin.
Everything I touch goes gold or platinum.
Camera, action, don't forget about the lights.
Last name dough and my first name money right.
The A is the city, the town is the click.
And I got my own hands, I can grab my own dick.
I rep who I'm wit, that bird on the vid.
And last but not least you know that BME click.
See I'm a trill nigga, so I speak trill talk.
Dirty mouth the gucci mayne got millions in the vault. (For real?)
A payed nigga from the Ville, so you hatin niggas better chill on the fake talk.
Runnin off at your mouth like a relay.
Well check out how my gun run this replay.
Pow! reloadin on yo bitch ass.
Sneak up from behind ya like a snake up in the grass.
[Chorus x2]
[E40:]
How could I have one tooth in my mouth and not a scottish nickle to my name,
and still pull your bootch like a crane.
Funny nigga is tired, he been dipped in sucka sauce.
I'm movin in, you can tell that ho ass nigga he can get lost.
Cause I'm the whip daddy is, he the whip daddy ain't
Mine look like it been dipped in shellack his shit look like spray paint.
Y'all be jaw jackin, my pockets hella fat.
How many rappers you know that can turn down a hundred thousand, Can you do that?
It's the year of the throw back and I ain't talkin bout jerseys.
The original tycoon playboy, I'm back like herpes.
We burn pirelli meat smoke up the block and cause pollution.
Til the tires bald, til they smooth like proactive solution.
I like to ball, but I ain't talkin bout hoopin.
I pump that weight like they do in the institution.
Yo partnas in the club lookin like they gamin.
My partnas in the club lookin like the mafia.

[Intro: Lil' Jon (Lil' Scrappy)]
yeah! yeaah!
yeah! yeaah!
this ya boy Lil'Jon
yeah! BME Cliq
alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (Okkkk)
about adidas and shit (okkkk)
alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
get out on our feet (okkkk)
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 1:]
I'm a Graded baby ATL,
and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
you dont' wanna step to close or go to far
cuz where i'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars.
Fila brought up from my head to my feet,
niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep.
Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit,
uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
i'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater
i'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
we can go back down to where my grandma stay,
depending on the area you better watch what you say
and i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
when i get locked up man them broads wanna save me
this the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the j's on the street charge mo' than a penny A!
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 2:]
Niggas grind time let my A shine
when i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
my blood see through the georgia rhine.
and niggas don't love the A like i love the A
i just love the way the A smell everyday.
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
fuckin' hoes on the city road
when i stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
i live 4 the A i die 4 the A i ride 4 the A
so fuck what you say
what you know about I-20 to 285
got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
got benny by my Shit so i stay supa drunk
ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 3:]
carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk
reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town
off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight
don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank
they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold martin luther king
from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta
yea
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

Get some crunk in yo system
(See)
Get some crunk in yo system
(It like this right)
Get some crunk in yo system
(I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system
(They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system
(But they still talkin')
Get some crunk in yo system
(Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system
(A, B, y'all niggas could nevah see me)
I can feel it, ya hater's don't like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
I can feel it, ya hater's don't like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
I can feel it, ya hater's don't like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
'Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect 'em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
'Cause they don't say BS'n, I'm good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late 'cause I done signed for, a hundred or somethin'
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, keep it trill with no confusin'
Niggas say I'm trill, they ain't hard I can prove it, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
I'm sippin' on the crunk juice, Hennessey to get me loose
Niggas gettin' bunk and shit, drankin' all the gray goose
Throwin' signs up in the air, representin' from where they came
It's the same shit in the club, niggas fightin' man
Throwin' bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin' hoes hair
Runnin' through the club with they click 'cause they don't care
Screamin' out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin' then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain' yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard
I'ma pull yo card, for actin' hard, down the boulevard nigga, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin' shirt, I'm reppin' to the dirt
I'm reppin' to the grave, I'm reppin' for the A
I'm ridin' 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin' big dro, I'm with the red ho
Her cousin' got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness, Amen
Can I get a witness, Amen
Can I get a witness, Amen
Amen, I works hard for the south
These niggas playin' hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin' out they bras
Just, just so they can show they titties to a star
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? yeah
Keepin' it real, keepin' it trill
Reppin' the ville, I sho will
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, yeah
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon
Get some crunk in yo system, c'mon

[Kandi Girl:]
You want this kitty don't you?
You know she wants you too
But you gotta do one thing first
I need you to kiss it
[Dirty Mouth:]
See me, all I wanna do is get in your draws
Hit it from the back, while ya ass hit pause
Mr. Funkadelic off deep in ya jaws
I love the way you lick it up on the sidewalls
Open up wide, let me slide on in
Drinkin' on this gin make a nigga wanna sin
The orgy begins, now she lickin on the tip
Might as well be a tip drill, the way ya tongue flippin
You need to get a girl and stop bullshittin'
Spur tongue girl like a snow white kittin, listen!
Get up on the bed and give me head
While I sit back and watch you go fed
You got me on hard, wit my toes on curl
Fuck faces from the otha side of the world
Skeet skeet skeet in ya mouth it's like that
While your ass tooted up and I eat it from the back
[Hook:]
Baby Eat It Up, Eat It Up, Eat It Up, Eat It Up
If I gotta give you what you like
First you gotta give me what I like
Then Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up
If you rub this cat just right
Then I'll give it to you good all night
BEAT IT UP!
[Don P:]
Yeah!
Its goin down tonight, Crunk Juice got me feelin right!
I'ma do 68's, I owe ya one, no 69's
When she up top, ridin it fast, it's only right that I grab that ass
Then pull her hair, when I turn her ova, and hit it from the back
Ain't nuttin like getting wit a big chula to give dome (yeah!)
And afta that, I ain't in that group, but you know I'm gon' bone
EAT IT UP! Not yet, matter of fact I gotta lesbian for that
What chu know bout the bedroom crunk too
Girls knockin at my door bout three somethin'
[Hook]
[Lil' LA:]
This how its goin down, I'ma hit all night
Ain't nothin' to talk about, plus if I head right
Sike! We ain't gotta talk about that
See it's four in the morning, let me hit it from the back
I'ma smack it, shack it, bulldog attack it
Have fun, what you do, just like practice
You gotta give it to me how I like it, I'm straight
You want me to do what? Look shortie I just ate
Wait! How many inches can you take?
Tastes like candy, doors closed, can ya stay
Say, how ya need it and I'ma beat it
When I'm pullin' on ya hair, got me really wanna skeet it
Getting heated, up here, cause that ass so hot, in here
Where ya goin? Quit runnin, come here
You love the things that I do? Same here (Ayeeee!)
[Hook]
[Bridge: Kandi Girl & Cutty]
I know you really wanna hit it first
But I need you to kiss it first
Baby it's mo' betta
When you get it mo' wetta
Don't try to run away
Take all of me (I won't run)
I just love the look in your eyes
When you swallow me
You need to lick lick licky
On my kitty kitty kitty
Get a close look
Don't my cat look pretty?
Tastes like candy and
It feels real sticky
Follow my rules if you wanna get wit me
Okay, now you're my freak
No missionary ways
I'll beat that pussy up and
Cum in your face

I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'm so addicted to makin' money it's funny
My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin'
The can of paint flippin' and swervin' it make ya pick up
Today I'm feelin' good so I'm destined to pick a bitch up
Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin' like I'm richer
But chrome wheels spinnin' so people can take a picture
Ain't never comin' flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes on the back I be shakin' them hatas off
Stay connected wit some head bussas hatas comin' round
But ain't no competition dug them bitches in the ground
'Cause I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
Stay buck in the crowd and yo face staight sippin' crunk
I'm gettin' to the money so fuck the nonsense
I'm a G motha fucka I leave your head in dents
I got that action yeah I make money with a pasion
Like E-40 with clips I load clips on the mac
And man I'm gettin' rich so fuck the bullshit
Gotta swing on a nigga man fuck that bitch
'Cause I don't know what you been told
But I got gats and I got jewels
And scrappy talkin' shit I fuck yo bitch on the regula
I'm gettin' paid, look shorty I damage ya
Them hoes gon' love me, hatas wanna bust me
And I pitty the fool who really wanna touch me 'cause
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil' Scrappy
And niggas don't wait I'll stab ya that 45 I grab it
And cock it back and let you pussy mothafuckas back
Who want it you seen it I did it?
Bitch I switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot
Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass
And then I keep 'em admiring my long dreds and glasses
Now I'mma flip paint, flip paint smoke daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring, you know it's blingin man
I'm jumpin' outta the Benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs
I'm gettin' to this paper like I'm supposed to be
Muh'fucka in the street label me a young G
Diamonds in my pinky ring, get my watch and my chains
Bringin' pain to the gain lickin' all of these lanes
A K A mister T the platinum version
Every nigga gonna hate if they're pockets be hurtin'
Straight from Atlanta told me web was like a black pantha
Stackin' paper like my name was Tony Montana
It's G's up so get your G's up
I don't like to get violent but I'll fuck your ass up
Hey, you don't really wanna taste my nuts
Make a meal out the deal and I'm still gettin' bucked
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Oh, oh
You can be my cutty cutty buddy,
Fo' sho' you can ride with me
Girl don't act like you don't already know,
Act like you don't see
We can get it on the bed or the floor,
Don't matter to me girl
I'm gonna take you to trill town
You can be my cutty cutty buddy,
Fo' sho' you can ride with me
Girl don't act like you don't already know,
Act like you don't see
We can get it on the bed or the floor,
Don't matter to me girl
I'm gonna take you to trill town
It's late night and I'm thinkin' of some thick thighs to get in
Sittin' by the phone for a call for the weekend
Phone rings maybe it's some cut on the late tip
Tryna get my jimmy wet from her tongue and her lips
So I picked up (hello) What's up who could this be
(Baby it's Mo'Nique a real freak out of zone 3)
What's really good in the hood with your fine ass
I'm tryin grip ass and pull hair from the back fast
Won't you come over so we can get this thing poppin'
Cause when you hit the door only thing is panties droppin'
So f**k with ya boy cause I'm right down in trill town
Things could be better if you bring through some?
Oh, oh
You can be my cutty cutty buddy,
Fo' sho' you can ride with me
Girl don't act like you don't already know,
Act like you don't see
We can get it on the bed or the floor,
Don't matter to me girl
I'm gonna take you to trill town
You can be my cutty cutty buddy,
Fo' sho' you can ride with me
Girl don't act like you don't already know,
Act like you don't see
We can get it on the bed or the floor,
Don't matter to me girl
I'm gonna take you to trill town
When I stepped up to her hey I knew it was on
She said she had a man but he was at home
But she still put her number yep in my phone
Told me to give her a call when I got home
When I called her I told her like this
I don't want to be your man but we can be cut friends
So come on over I got it all laid out
We can have a couple of drinks and freak all over the house
When she came to the door I already knew it was her
Knock knock come on in I'm just????
I like your outfit baby but lose that shirt
Lose that shirt toss that bra throw those draws
Before you knew it we were freakin' in the hall
Nice round ass I was grippin' it all
I like the way she threw me up against the wall
Then went down on me start lickin' my balls
I'm like this is how life should be, it's goin' down
She got her legs wide I'm inside she's screamin' out while I'm lickin in them thick thighs
I'm about to skeet????
Baby turn around
Let Don P take you to trill town
Oh, oh
You can be my cutty cutty buddy,
Fo' sho' you can ride with me
Girl don't act like you don't already know,
Act like you don't see
We can get it on the bed or the floor,
Don't matter to me girl
I'm gonna take you to trill town
You can be my cutty cutty buddy,
Fo' sho' you can ride with me
Girl don't act like you don't already know,
Act like you don't see
We can get it on the bed or the floor,
Don't matter to me girl
I'm gonna take you to trill town
Lookin' at you got me wantin' to do somethin' freaky to ya
Say you need a nigga in ya life to keep it kinky for ya
Cause all you gotta do is keep it G and I'll give it to ya
Come through in the middle of the night and I'll be here for ya
Just relax let me free your mind and take you out of space
And if we got? then after that then we out of place
Where you tryna go, let me know
What's your fantasy
Is it on the beach or on top of the balcony
Shawty you can ride with me
Roll it up get high with me
And when it's time to go to roll you ain't scared to die for me
Spread your wings and fly with me
Go for? high with me
I know it's kind of late but damn baby come on? for me
Oh, oh
You can be my cutty cutty buddy,
Fo' sho' you can ride with me
Girl don't act like you don't already know,
Act like you don't see
We can get it on the bed or the floor,
Don't matter to me girl
I'm gonna take you to trill town
You can be my cutty cutty buddy,
Fo' sho' you can ride with me
Girl don't act like you don't already know,
Act like you don't see
We can get it on the bed or the floor,
Don't matter to me girl

If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
Comin' up as a child all I seen was sales
Moma stepped in so we niggas stayed in out of jail
Then came Robbin and kickin' in doors
Then went from a half to sellin' ten O's
But ya see shorty, my mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got on da
Grind like a damn nigga would do
Talkin' about pimpin', oh she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 which made me bold
Thats why I think my heart is so cold
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold
And pressin' these doors shorty and cakin' these hoes
I'm a pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin' niggaz up on the daily if they didn't pay me
Niggaz pullin' guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A little crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And when the streets brought heat that's when da drama was fed
Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in the head
I don't scratch my head unless it itches
An I don't smoke unless I'm bustin' at cha hatin' bitches
Nigga we was bread to die, don't be askin' me why
I'll rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz playin' wit fire
All the childhood issues wit tha devil out to getcha
Got my mind on my gun and I'm and the shell pull a pistol
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole
Ya mind body and soul and leave you in a ditch cold
With no shoes and clothes wait for the trash collector
Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars, I seen a man cut with
A dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
Until this day moma thought I was up at da park
While she was at the church praising the Lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying because I made it by the grace of the God
A product of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hard ion
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it

[Lil Scrappy Talking]
Hey, hey, hey [repeats during hole thing]
We on top of the world boy
Crank it (o-k-k-k)
On top of the mothafukin world (k-k-k)
This ya boy Lil Scrappy
We feelin to crank shit up
(Yea) we feelin to crank shit up
We feelin to crank shit up
Now crank it up a notch
(Yea) Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Its goin down like this ya'll
A-town, your town
I love everybody you no what im sayin all them thug niggas
We got crunk niggas on the right, (o-k-k-k)
I say we got crunk niggas on the left (o-k-k-k)
We gonan tell all u crunk niggas to get nasty (that's what it is)
Now we'll knock a hatta out (cuz)
Cuz we some head bussaz
Im just bein me
Crank it up a notch (im just bein me)
Crank it up a notch (step your game up) [repeat]
Im just bein me
Im just bein me
Prince of crunk
Take it to another mothafukin song
That's just a intro (Crank it)

[Intro: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho!)
Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!)
Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!)
Get on my level ho (Let's gooo!)
[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
[Dirty Mouth]
Get the fuck back, get the fuck back already
I ain't playin' nann day
Prove a nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
Time after time I ask myself is it really clever
For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva
Rank on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal
If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome, heavy metal
Never settle for less but always strive for the best
Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test
[Hook x2]
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
[Don Peezy]
My Benz, looka at my 'Ac
Look at my Navi' and my 'Lac
Get on my level, hell nah neva that
I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat
Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone
Call us some broad to the Geor-Georgia Dome
Tryin' to get with me is like naps through a comb
They call me Don P AKA Corlio
Up in the club with my Cartier's on
Don't know if I'm high, drunk, or gettin' my roll on
Hit me on the cell "Can ya hear me" hell nah
Get on my level, that's what I'm tryin' to tell y'all
For real
[Hook x2]
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
[LA]
LA off in this thang, get up on my level ho
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva hang
Bitch nigga step the fuck back and if ya think I'm jokin'
Ask them niggas that tried to play us, see em' lyin' off in that coffin
Trillville, ATL swangin' swangin' throwin' bows
Got some niggas that be hatin' bustin' slugs at my foes
If ya thinkin' you can fuck with a nigga like me
Nah nigga get rich, Trillville and BME
What the fuck you talkin' about "What you deep" nigga what!
If a hater wanna hate then a hater gettin' bust
We ain't hard to find nigga so why ya steadily talkin' shit
I'm fixin' to sick my dogs ho
Pussy nigga, get big nigga ho
[Lil' Scrappy]
Get crunk out ya brains when I spit this verse
I'm a blood suckin' vampire, my venom is worse
Head bustas deal with dangerous thirsts
Shatter ya bones in ya chest and make ya motherfuckin' heart burst
Don't worry now, best of the South on the map
Knock yo thoughts out and leave yo brains on ya lap
Don't touch my Kango shorty, what's wrong with you
I might drop my fist back and knock yo grill through
[Hook x2]
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
[Lil Jon x8]
Run around the motherfuckin' club

[Lil Scrappy talking]
[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]
[Lil Scrappy]
fuck the bullshit beat dat ass to the floe
he twistin now he shakin like a god damn hoe
don't run they goin to bak me, now hes tryin to attack me
juzt blow your brain cells from ur head I be clappin
now I buck all day, I buck all nite
damn rite I beat your ass in a god damn fite
don't stand so close, get your damn nose broke
tryn to give me doubt when you see bitch you aint my folk
you be tryn me, im a thugged out g
imma switch you sideways imma charge a post up fee
thug straight trappin, till I get rich off this rappin
I aint got no friends got watch whos heads I be clappin
Flippin and flappin at the mouth ya its off the chain
Flippin it on them real bitches just to get brain
What the fuck is you tryn me foe
I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe
[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]
[Lil Scrappy]
What the fuck is goin on
I beat the fuck out your ass and bring your bitch ass home
Im a young thug nigga I aint no fuckin joke
If I aint no lame bitch then what the fuck you eyein foe
Talking all that shit bitch take it outside
Pop you about 3 times make you turn clockwise
I aint playin I done bein trife, damn they done took a life
Used to call me chicken cause I used to stab a man with a knife
My life, tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin BME, leavin bitch niggas wet
?
im goin to pit stop
My brains in nerve lose
I carry my own cross
But still you get tossed
And last but not least, quit tryn me
You aint got no business mothafukin eyein me
[chorus 2x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]
[Lil Scrappy]
Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity pot
But I got a 380 waitin so keep your eyes up on me
Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money
You silly mothafucka you'll get your head slit wide open
I do it in the street and leave your neighborhood smoking
And they hope in, that the mothafuckin war is ova
These lyrics soul reverse them, click clack and break your shoulder
Im rollin from the south side of the A
If you keep lookin imma bust your ass in your face
I aint goin to play imma just make an example
All that unloyal shit will get your bitch ass tapered
When I cock back my pistols gonna sound like bam
Get your ass so hard the fuckin crowd say damn
You just got knocked the fuck out
That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south
[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

Ayy, it's your boy Don P right, right Trillville, Corlio
I need all my niggaz to look around, look around
You see some hoes in the atmosphere?
I see them
You know what they is?
We don't give a Fuck today nigga
They the weakest link ayy, ayyy
Tell them niggaz goodbye
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
Ayy yeaa, they always askin', why I say yeah?
'Cuz I mean what I say
That's how I agree with myself
And I'm a keep it real
And you should keep believin'
'Cuz if you don't, you're the weakest link and you should be leavin'
Crunk as fuck and ain't no name
To the name that I'm schemin'
Like Michele Vic I'm talkin', shit ain't playin'
So, I don't need a reason
To knock you out the projects
Just take your fuckin' wallet
And make it a fuckin' project
And your hoes can't stop it
Like all around that open ass
I'm ready to shoot
When nigga all you do is fuckin' pass
It's the last day of class
So ain't no need to ask
'Cuz I ain't your teacher
I won't let you pass
I'm Don A..K.A
Slash Corlio
Who started this whole shit
Who put us all on
And the pro's they don't know
And the girls ready to fuck
Now, the only thing left is get rid of you fuckin' chumps, hey
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
Perpetratin' niggaz always like to talk that bullshit
I'ma let you feel it when these bullets start to talkin' spit
Right out the barrel of my rugers at you lame hoes
This is how it goes with my bitches matters with a hoe
Right through your dome 'cuz my chrome is my only friend
Nigga don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in
Smilin' in my face, I'ma stab you in the fuckin' back
Dressed in all black with the Tec ready to attack
Nigga you ain't hard, I'ma take your ass up off the map
Peelin' niggaz caps talkin' shit runnin' at they traps
I'm the realest nigga that you hoes Eva seen before
I'ma let cha know, I ain't neva been a scary hoe
I'm not your average Joe that you seen on your fuckin' block
Nigga pop, pop as I clock back the fuckin' glock
Niggaz need to stop tryin' to talk down up on my gang
I'ma go insane on they ass as I'm bustin' brain, brain
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
As far as I can see man, you're the bitch
You the weakest link out cha mother fuckin' click
Nigga step up if you down to gettin' hit
If you quit talkin' all that monkey ass shit
I'm cuttin' out the mizzle
You gettin' paid a lizzle
This sum real shit
This ain't no nursery rhyme rizzle
I'ma let it get you
Right where it hit you
They gun have to stitch you
Real niggaz don't ride with you
That's why a nigga grillz you
I see the bigger picture
But don't nobody miss you
Your bitch can't even kiss you
So she about to ditch you
Or better yet quit you
I'ma real nigga
If she ask I got a dick
So pass me the swizzle
I'm gone out tha lizze
As far as I can see
You a bitch ass nigga
It's time to fire it up
Your time expired up
And when I pull it out
You get shot it up my nigga
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye
You're the weakest link, goodbye

We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike and I'm ready to fight
Checkin' out my steel killin' every punk nigga in site
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl
Uh what you say? Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all
I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin' Shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin' heads up
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up
We don't give a fuck about havin' no click
Dat ain't got my back and ain't takin' no shit
Excuse me Shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
I speak my mind, 'cuz bitin' my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin' rida, 'cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin' nothin' even it's twenty of you
I think it's plenty of you that really want da Shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil' Shawty, I'm makin' bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred born to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
And Shawty matter of fact these trill G's and dub's
We ain't talkin' behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein' alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so Shawty I been grown
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
ATL off da chain down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin' off turned brothas
Beatin' in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin' down ya block in that 89' Chevy
Tellin' stupid bros we throwin' bows that we ready
Screamin' "Swang Shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
Yeah Shawty, I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin' out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin', "Scrap you cool boy"
But I known in my heart dat I'ma head bussa boy
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz

You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
I really ain't givin' a fuck
And even if I did I still wouldn't hesitate to split your wig
Hop back in the whip like ain't nothin' happen
I disapear has magic, I disappear in traffic
A lot of folks gon' hate 'cuz they I'm a fool
And they know I'm the shit', I finally get out this school
If I spit out the tool, I spit out the blues
Don't go get it confused, I will not lose
I come through on shoes on why two hoes choose
On you know who, I have no clue
I just do what I do, I just know what I know
I'm a tell you once, nigga, don't fuck wit Bo
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
Straight legged with a 4-4 with a dub inditis
I hit your ass so hard it fell like 10 minutes
Can't wait to say you don't like me
But I don't take deadly threats so likely
I'm a G take you to the streets, it's about to go down
It's about to go down when I pull the heat
If you can't stand my clique you can kiss my ass
Fuck around, make you choke on bread
But that ain't it, that ain't all my name Lil' Scrappy
I love no problems, forget to say' that I'm a hard head
I can't stand my blood 'cuz I'm a thurst bread, yea
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
I'm about to Crank it up city to city
Let me know if you with it
If the girls are pretty, could you show me some titties?
If the hoes are silly, if the hoes are diddy
Put the hoes through a coast, till there pro's are finished
I'm a country legend gee, hey, I'm rappen
I'll pull my weapon and that ain't nothin'
Gee, do my brain, bitch, do your thang
I got a pussy before I knew your name
Most niggas are fake, most niggas I hate
They can't wait to take what's on your plate
What you think this is, must not think this real
I'll pull this, this steel and cap, can this
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone
And be an examples of other mothers gone, gone
You can buck if you wanna buck
Mothafuckin' nigga gone