Kunci: E minor
Verse 1
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I still,
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A
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I still, I still, I still
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I still, I still, I still, tote steel
E
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I still tote steel, I still tote steel
A
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I still, ha
Verse 2
F#m
C#m
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
A
We some southern
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OG's, Trill recognize Trill
C#m
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
A
F#m
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
C#m
I still tote steel,
Verse 3
give a fuck how you feel
A
We some southern
F#m
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
C#m
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
A
F#m
Money speaks for itself so we
Verse 4
ain't gotta say shit
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C#m
F#m
Bun be is the name, UGK is the click
A
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P A T is the city so if you hate,
suck the dick
I'm from the land of the trill,
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from the home of the hard
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A
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya,
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they bring it to your yard
Verse 5
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C#m
We ain't never been fraud,
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we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin',
every nigga is game
C#m
So we can catch a corner,
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C#m
or we can catch a square
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A
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Any place, any time,
I'll be waitin' right there
Verse 6
F#m
C#m
See I give you a bad one
and shoot you in the spine
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But as soon as you hit your back,
my dogs'll eat you alive
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All we know is survive,
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we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us,
Verse 7
you best play with yourself
F#m
C#m
'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk,
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C#m
tired of the mean mug
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A
I'm 'bout ready to give these
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fuck niggaz a clean slug
C#m
Cock back the hammer on
the goddamn steel
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And put a hollow in the middle
of his goddamn breel, fuck it
C#m
I still tote steel,
Verse 8
F#m
give a fuck how you feel
C#m
A
We some southern
F#m
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
C#m
All my hustlers keep quiet and
F#m
my dealers don't slip
C#m
A
F#m
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
C#m
I still tote steel,
Verse 9
F#m
C#m
give a fuck how you feel
A
We some southern
F#m
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
C#m
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
A
F#m
Money speaks for itself so we
ain't gotta say shit
Verse 10
F#m
Talkin' about the carats in my watch,
C#m
F#m
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
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F#m
A
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And all them number one chart
positions that I hold
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The money and the wealth,
Verse 11
well, I'll keep it to myself
F#m
But I'm always willin' to share
the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin',
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F#m
C#m
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ding- a- ling danglin'
A
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke
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the record of Wilt Chamberlain
Verse 12
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I'm College Park rangerin', Hous
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ton, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these
middle finger rings
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I'm banging in the East, West,
South, all over the map, boy
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A
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I do it for myself, my daughter,
and all these trap boyz
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Lac boyz, candy
Verse 13
and paint,
paper we stack boy
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A
But semi- automatic so make
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the click get back boy
Click, since I was born,
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I've been the shit
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A
And money speak s for itself
F#m
so I ain't never said, shit
Verse 14
F#m
C#m
F#m
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
C#m
A
We some southern
F#m
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
C#m
All my hustlers keep quiet and
F#m
my dealers don't slip
C#m
A
F#m
Money speaks for itself so
Verse 15
we ain't gotta say shit
F#m
C#m
F#m
C#m
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
A
We some southern
F#m
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
C#m
All my hustlers keep quiet and
F#m
C#m
my dealers don't slip
A
F#m
Money speaks for itself so we
ain't gotta say shit
Verse 16
C#m
Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin',
F#m
dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin',
ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster,
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F#m
a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my
motherfucking brother
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So duck and cover,
Verse 17
duck and roll, hit the deck
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A
F#m
We comin' for money and your
motherfuckin' respect
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But we ain't taking no checks,
money orders or visas
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A
F#m
Your life is on the line so don't
motherfuckin' tease us
C#m
You gonna need Jesus,
Verse 18
C#m
to hold you and help ya
A
Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch,
F#m
you gonna see helter skelter
C#m
That heat gon melt ya,
this steel gon gut ya
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You're lame ass nigga,
Verse 19
know ya nolia then fuck ya
F#m
C#m
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn
when pimp went to the pen
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A
So not every one's associates
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and nobody's friends
C#m
Just make sure to get my ends
and nobody gets hurt
F#m
Before I put somebody's children
under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it
C#m
I still tote steel,
Verse 20
F#m
give a fuck how you feel
C#m
A
We some southern
F#m
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
C#m
All my hustlers keep quiet and
F#m
my dealers don't slip
C#m
A
F#m
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
C#m
I still tote steel,
Verse 21
F#m
give a fuck how you feel
C#m
A
We some southern
F#m
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
C#m
All my hustlers keep quiet and
F#m
C#m
my dealers don't slip
A
F#m
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
Outro 1
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