Trill Niggas Don't Die Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

I pack that nine everytime, and I ain't trying dying 

Pussy nigga, I pack that nine everytime and I ain't trying dying 

I just wanna celebrate 

Cause trill niggaz don't die 

Pussy nigga, thinking you gon kill me 

I got some'ing for your ass, nigga you gon feel me 

I'ma blow you out the water, with the 2-23 

Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese 

Nigga talking bout, robbing Chad 

Run up on me with that first, will leave you stinking in the grass 

If your calico to mask, if you Baptist go to church 

See a hoe up in a nigga, gon pull up a skirt 

That'll be, some incredible shit 

Niggaz scheming on my bezel, on some devilish shit 

I been to hell and back, on another level you bitch 

Go on try it I'm going live, they gon need a shovel for you bitch 

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I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot 

But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot 

In a dog eat dog world, y'all fellas be chasing girls 

When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me 

But I can't help but to notice, I'm one of the coldest 

And I know y'all haters love when I'm locked up, but I won't lose focus 

Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got 

So lately my gun ain't been hid, it's been displayed a lot 

My attitude is fucked up, I don't give a fuck cause I just don't give one 

Thinking bout living a life where everything you do right is wrong, mo'fucker I live one 

I know niggaz wanna kill me, but I'm still riding pride 

Cause the Lord riding with me, and that's the main reason why 

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Some niggaz win, and some niggaz lose 

Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying to blues 

Some niggaz already lost, and ain't gon lose no mo' 

Big shoes hoe choose, ain't paying dues no mo' 

Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school hoe 

Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe 

I was sagging in my khaki's, 'fore Dickies cool 

Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets 

The young B.G.'s, really love to thump 

Fuck radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk 

For the girls popping pussy, and the boys with the blow 

Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here repping for it hoe 

Can't any man, boy or woman take away my soul 

It's a gift given from God, and I'm keeping a tight hold 

The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same 

But I'ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game 

Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up 

They laying boys down, they future they scooping up 

We keep it click tight, so when niggaz start lurking 

In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking 

Put my work in on the reg', the powder in the keg 

A dragging society, don't borrow don't beg 

For tomorrow so gon 'head with your pity, I'ma be cool 

Kindergardeners was looking up to me, in pre-school 

Down with Pimp C fool, and P-A-T the town 

Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down 

Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie 

So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill niggaz don't die