[Intro: Ludacris]

I still (I still), I still (I still), I still (I still)

I still (Tote steel), I still (Tote steel), I still (Tote steel)

I still (Ah)

[Chorus: Ludacris & Bun B]

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel

We some Southern OGs, 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 OGs, 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

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Bun B is the name (Name), UGK is the clique (Clique)

P.A.T. is the city, so if you hate, suck a dick (Dick)

I'm from the land of the trill (Trill), from the home of the hard (Hard)

Where niggas don't wait to see you, they'll bring it to your yard (Yard)

We ain't never been fraud (Fraud), we ain't never been lame (Lame)

So if you wanna get it crackin', every nigga is game (Game)

Bitch, so we can catch a corner (Corner), or we can catch a square (Square)

Name the place and the time, I'll be waitin' right there (There)

See, I'll give you a fair one and shoot you in the five (Five)

But soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive ('Live)

All we know is survive ('Vive), we ain't taking no L's (L's)

So before you play with us, you best to play with yourself (Self)

'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug

I'm about ready to give these fuck niggas a clean slug

Cock back the hammer on the goddamn steel

And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn grill, fuck it

[Chorus: Ludacris & Bun B]

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel

We some Southern OGs, 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 OGs, 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

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Talkin' about the carats in my watch (Watch), diamonds in my chain (Chain)

Who's baddest on the block (Block), or my status in the game (Game)

The records that I've sold (Sold), Bobby V goin' gold (Gold)

And all them number-one chart positions that I hold (Hold)

The money and the wealth, nah, I'll keep it to myself (Self)

But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf (Shelf)

I'm shiny star spanglin' (Yeah), ding-a-ling danglin' (Yeah)

Luda the sheet swisher, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin

I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering

So get down or lay down and see these middle fingerings

I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy

I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boys

'Lac boys, candy and paint, paper we stack, boy

But semi-automatics'll make the clique get back, boy

Click, since I was born, I been the shit

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

[Chorus: Ludacris & Bun B]

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel

We some Southern OGs, 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 OGs, 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

[Verse 3: Bun B]

Niggas best to start runnin' (Runnin'), hidin', dodgin', and duckin'

'Cause them trill niggas comin' (Comin'), ridin', cockin', and buckin'

Bitch, you fuckin' with a monster (Monster), a beast like no other (Other)

The hardest nigga living since my motherfuckin' brother (Brother)

So duck and cover (Cover), duck and roll, hit the deck (Deck)

We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect ('Spect)

And we ain't takin' no checks, money orders, or Visas (Visas)

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

You gon' need Jesus to hold you and help you (Help you)

'Cause when you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gon' see Helter Skelter (Skelter)

That heat gon' melt you (Melt you), the steel gon' gut you (Gut you)

Leave your lame ass leakin' on linoleum, fuck you (Fuck you)

Bitch, I stopped givin' a damn when Pimp went to the pen' (Pen')

So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends (Friends)

Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt (Hurt)

Before I put somebody children under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it

[Chorus: Ludacris & Bun B]

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel

We some Southern OGs, 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 OGs, 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