Still Trill (feat. Method Man & Grafh)

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Yeah, yeah
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For the money, for the show
For you hookers but we all say "Ho"
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Yeah, uh, uh
One for the money, two for the shelf (Take it slow)
Three for your hooker but we all stay poled (Look, yo)

It's like Primo and Guru (Uh)
Gang of stars, dipping features like it's Hulu (Yeah)
Before this rhyming, I was noodles (Uh-huh)
And two shy, shout Kajagoogoo
If y'all don't get the reference, y'all can google (Go head)
Y'all stepped in some doo doo (Yeah)
An apparent mistake, that's why your parents call you "Boo Boo"
Give me time to combine with my dawgs, labradoodles (Uh)
Bun B to Cal, smoke that beaucoup
W on my crown, that's that BUFU
Only got half a screw lose (Shh!)
You get half of that stock, that's some fufu
Keep a burner on the clock that was cuckoo
Not the rapper you're used to (Gang)
What these rappers be lacking is the screw lose (Uh, huh)
What you see is the master through the pupils (Yes)
And I'm back with the voodoo (Uh) you a bottle of Yoo-hoo
Set backwards, now who you? Your resistance is futile
When the kid in the kitchen, you get the kitten caboodle
I don't talk it, I live it, if I don't get it then you do
That goes for Bono and U2

I'm like a sawed off shotgun
'Cause less is more, hit your front door with a hot one
Player if you wanna get some, then I got some
Trust me, you ain't even a body here without some
Step to me then yo, you know the outcome
I'm never outdone, boy, you going home with your mouth numb
And a swoll lip 'cause I'm gon' give you the hands
And I'ma give you the whole clip, so don't trip
And don't slip because you never stop sliding bro
You already know what we riding for, stop hiding hoe
Come out of the cave, you crawl back into
You been through and this game over for you and them too
To let you make it is sinful, blasphemy
So when I'm done with you, you won't remember nothing after me
I take it further than it has to be taken
Bun, Method and Grafh, Statik Selektah, bring the break in

Uh, I ain't playing with these niggas, I'm in it to win it
Time is money, fuck living minute to minute
I get it to get it, I made a fortune
They can't take the apron off him (Uh) the Feds tape recording
Weighing weight by the carton (Uh) raised by the Spartans
Made by distortion, disobeyed my abortion
The I take my chain up off the froster
Rocking custom made garments
And they made them out of dolphins (Shh!)
My Hermes is foreign suede, and my Jordans
Were made from mermaid and shark skin, ya heard
I'm paid by the coffin, dead prezzies
Shawty, come hit the bong full of fresh veggies (Ahh)
We can go wherever you want, except steady
I flex heavy, you a fresh wedgie
Shut up, hehe, and that's that baby (Huh)
I need good weed and snacks baby
Trill

Let me sit you down and tell you what's the real
I run the South, I can't help it, that's how I feel, trill
Big deal, Trill
Real trill