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Songtexte: Paul Wall. The Peoples Champ. Trill.

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Trill is mean you hustlin'
Trill is mean you grindin'
Trill is mean you punch in that clock over time,
Trill is mean you give it yeah, one hundred percent
Load a dime for your team, run ya game full spread

Trill is mean you never play,
Trill is mean you real
Chasin' hundred dollar bills, gotta get it how ya live
Trill is mean you hustle so ya go out there an get it
Doin' whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket.

I'm all about the cheese baby, all about the chedda
When it come to ghetto grindin' ain't no body do it better,
A real go getter, never hesitate to get a lick
I don't have to even make a phone call to get a prick,
And I can kick it on the side walk, doin' coke on 24's
He know just what to do,
Bringin the turkeys back like it's thanksgiving
That's how we do it in texas my Niggaz so how you livin'
Up in the game since the early 90's,
Never sleep to keep them haters one step behind me,
Ain't nothing changed but the time that they hand out
But even without the cars and the ice? we stand out
Cause everybody know it's in the streets we like royalty,
Commandin' respect and demandin' click loayalty,
If you ain't down with free and pimp C then fuck all y'all,
You wanna know what trill is? Tell 'em Paul Wall

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I'm the survivors of the struggle, I live by the code,
In the city where greed and envy make your heart turn cold,
At 17 years old, I was ahead of my time,
I had to roll with the punches and keep my ducs in the line,
I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper,
I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous haters,
I'm trained with chess moves, I'm 5 steps ahead,
I keep my mind focused make money, break bread,
I'm livin' 5-9, it's the home of the crack sales
That south lead block got more cookies than Snack Wells,
I snap shells like eatin' shrimp, don't contest, do not attempt,
You cross the line, no turnin' back,
We'll leave you naked like little dent
We're young ghetto stars, certified with ghetto scars,
Intoxicated by weed cigars, we each stressed by seein' war
Fancy cars and diamond ice, I'm intrigued by fancy things,
We always keep it trill, in the hood we look like kings.

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If ya know me then you know I'm a G,
If you know me then you know I go right through a hundred bricks a week,
If you know me then you know I'm a dog,
If you know me then you know I get a package and flag till it's gone
If you know me, then you know I'm a fool,
If you know me then you know why I punish you if you fuck wit the dude.
If you know me, then you know I'm a man,
If you know me then you know I keep a plan that keeps the money in my hand.
If you know me then you know why I play it,
You don't know me, ask somebody they'll tell you what it mean to be Sid
If I'm hungry ain't no doubt I'ma spread,
I'ma cock and bust, since 13 I been droppin my nuts,
I'm online from New Orleans to Florida,
Got a bitch there drive with a package from Atlanta to Dallas
You ain't know, better ask you bitch
Paul Wall, Bun B, Big G it's as trill as it gets.

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(Thanks to Taylor for these lyrics)
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