Trillville Hood Lyrics:
(lil jon) ladies and gentlemen ,i'd like welcome
you, to the life and times, of trillville. Now
i'll be your guide on dis here journey. It's your
boi lil jon checkin in and first up we'll let my
nigga dirty mouf holla at cha.

(dirty mouf) we can take it to the streets nigga,
if you got beef. Dont bring no hoe wit yo i'ma
knock out ya teeth, run ya fake hands, nigga keep
talking shit. I"m in yo damn house wit cha
girl on my dick. I'm realest motherfucka when it
comes to making hits, so shut the fuck up before i
bust ya in yo lip. The street lights on for the
best to go home. It's gettin late for ya as i
shine up in chrome. Aiming at cha dome, buck shots
ranging.I'm deep off in the game with a niggas
bringing pain. Nigga fuck the fame all i want is
the doe, my name aint yo boy so dont try me like a
hoe. I'm not cha average joe that you see
everyday, i rob,steal and kill just to get my ass
paid. I shine like da blang on da old school. A
nigga acting fool make a nigga break da rules fo
real.

(verse 2) i know for a fact ye aint ready for da
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streets, ya selfish reign nigga on dis concrete.
Ya fall to da ground den ya splatter to ma feet.Ya
soundroll nigga, go home you cant compete. you and
try in being me, dey watch tv, they try and
imitate but dat gone make em fake. Cuz the hood
aint acting, niggas start relaxing.thinking they
can live in dis world witout packing, self the
janet jackson.niggas still laughing.And how we
broke it down to a motherfuckin fraction, 2
transaction and aint no body askin. Until you ran
your mouth like a motherfucking faggot. And aint
no variations, niggaz still hatin, but i guess i
hate too cuz i hate the music they creating, hoes
that they saving, bands that they making, and
whoever else like em so i hate dey fan basis. yeea

(verse 3) Look, ye aint ready for the streets..
you claim to be hard but cha weak. a bad bitch,
and ya sweat at cha meet, the only thing you
probably touch was a feet, ya beat cha meat, now
picture me i'ma servent, get cha ass up da block
you aint working, ya'll wanna trill nigga den
close da curtain, ya need to take ya ass home, and
dats for certain. a bitch, hard like a dick ready
to fuck. and we aint take a shit we gone bust a
nut.Some niggaz do it for a meal and when times
get hard they get up in yo grill, fo real. Man
where a nigga live and i aint trippin cuz thats
all i got to give. It make a young nigga E
stronger i guess thats the reason why a nigga stay
ballin.
Lyrics: Hood, Trillville [end]