(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]