[Intro: Lil Jon (Don P)]
Yeahhhh!
Aww BME Click, BME Click
It's Trillville n***a, Trillville
Yo boy Lil Jon
Is the CD f**in on?
Now, I gotta adress some of these f**ed n***as, Whats up?
That have been yippin' and yappin' all that sh** (f** dat sh**)
We trill n***as, we don't play with hoes
We don't play with you either n***a (Ayyyyee)
f** that sh** n***a (Ayeee)
Yeah! (Yeah!)
BME CLICK!!
[Hook x2: Trillville]
Trill n***as don't play n***a nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
f** that, f** that, f**
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 1: Dirty Mouth]
It's yo n***a Dirty Mouth
Trillville representing (yee know)
And I don't give a f** where you from or where you live
You betta get your mind right before I take you left
Knock yo a** deaf and put your brains upon the chevy
You can get your boys, cause they can get it too
I'mma f** your a** up if you f**ing with my crew (FO REAL!)
BME Click
You know what would be the sh**?
Stomping through your area with a load of clip
Make a body split
At karate style
And I'mma tell you once again that I'm a wild child
A wild child from the slungs of the ATL
[?]
You better bail
While you got a chance hoe
Cause if I catch you I'mma beat you till your nose blow
That's what you get for f**ing with a G man
Cause I'mma always be on top with a Glock in hand
[Hook x2: Trillville]
Trill n***as don't play n***a nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
f** that, f** that, f**
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 2: Lil Atlanta]
I'mma tell you one time, and one time only
If you ain't a trill n***a, you ain't my homie
So don't let this sh** fool you
[?]
I'mma let this sh** slide, no I rather do you
[?] for the 45
Open up yo mouth b**h
Ain't such a tough guy
All I need is 5 mic's
Reppin' the streets and I'm good
Just in case the magazines hate, and I'm still hood
I've been up in this, and some of it happens over night
Rooky a** n***a, I'mma call this [?]
Copy read, cuz If you don't, n***a I'mma bust back
Try'na explain, too late, man f** that
You gon' need yo hard hat
Don't forgett your comback
b**h shot you leave you there hoe
You can't even come back
And noway you [?] when I let you pa**
And try'na run loose [?]
[Hook x2: Trillville]
Trill n***as don't play n***a nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
f** that, f** that, f**
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
[Verse 3: Don P]
Don P in this b**h, TrillTime is the click
Trillville is the crew, n***a f** you
Lay your a** down like a bad case of the flu
And I don't need no n***as around me, that ain't true
And I ain't talkin' bout the [?] of master P
I'm talkin' bout we'll see murders on the CD's
Talkin' sh**, don't make me make it related to Bruice Lee
Whoop yo a** ever year, change your name annually
I'm makin' money, I do what I wanna do I'm happy
And you can't tell me what to say so f** it
I'm snappin'!
And I take that, just let me have it
Cuz all they gon' say "Is that lil n***a Snappy?" (eee eee)
And I don't care who your friends are
I beat this n***a blind folded with my hands tie
Come closer, so you can see my eyes
If it wasn't for Lil Jon, you wouldn't even be alive
[Hook x2: Trillville]
Trill n***as don't play n***a nan' day
Think I'mma let you slide? No way
f** that, f** that, f**
We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back