I tellin ya boy I got them boys
Dog I be tryin to tell em
You can't catch me boy
Don't upset me boy
Touch me my dog a wet 'cha boy
Never disrespect me boy
Dog you better check ya' boy
Cause I'll never thirty-eight 'cha I'll tech ya boy
Pray to God protect ya boy
Cause when it's on it's like Electra boy
I know you wanna go home but we ain't gone let 'cha boy
And if my money ain't right you better stretch it boy
Cause when it's bout that bread I'm sweat 'cha boy
You see I'm riding round in a lexus boy
Cause we rob a lot like a Texas boy
And if ya aint Slip-N-Slide I'll wreck ya boy
Give me fifty feet stay out my section boy
Disrespecting hoes like we sexist boy
You know a nigga keep a Smith and Wesson boy
I don't mean no harm just protection boy
We can shoot it out like a Western boy
I suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)
I went ahead and bought that Benzo boy
That bitch with 20-inch Lorenzo's boy
And the big crib is hittin boy
Bought me rollie with them bulletproof windows boy
Cause them jack boys you know that got the energy boy
Fuck if I offend ya boy
Got a place I'll send ya' boy
And a clip I'll lend ya' boy
Tell the morgue that a real nigga send ya' boy
Cause I bend ya' boy
And I want every dime that ya' got boy
I need some D's on my drop boy
And two ki's in the spot boy
See the real niggaz just want stop boy
Huh, we on top boy
I suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)
You can't fuck with the south boy
Watch'cha mouth boy
Fucking with the tribe in this game a take ya' out boy
In 95 south find another route boy
It ain't hard for us to show you what we 'bout boy
Leave ya' dead with out a trace boy
I'm at 'cha funeral and I can't see ya' face boy
Ya brain is a terrible thing to waste boy
And ain't 'cha way to fast for ya' pace boy
It aint no thang for me to catch another case boy
Stay in ya place boy
Cause I'll have ya' ass erased boy
When this shit hit the fat you gone feel it boy
You wanna fuck around with Faith I'ma seal it boy
I put a hole in ya' can't nobody heal it boy
We got this shit locked can't nobody steal it boy
I'm tryin' to stash somethin' close to a million boy
Is ya' with me lost tribe (yeah I feel ya boy)
This shit serious boy
I know ya curious boy
You wanna know why we livin luxurious boy
You hearin righteous funk boogie on this track here boy
You better straighten up and learn how to act here boy
Ain't no smack here boy
You get jack here boy
And when we finish you'll never come back here boy
So I suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)
Niggaz' like us we off glass hope ya heard me boy
My dogs deal dirty early in the morning boy
Ain't no yawning boy
I gotta keep a eye on what we earning boy
Keep them things turning boy
Who you referring boy
I'll burn ya' boy
Mind ya' business cause this here don't concern ya' boy
I'm trying to warn ya' boy
I'll toy turn ya' boy
Ya betta move the way Slip-N-Slide tell ya boy
Ya betta have me fo I Big Worm ya boy
I'll put some fire to that ass that'll learn ya boy
So I suggest you don't let me get 'cha boy
Guarantee a right cross gone split 'cha boy
Is this ya' boy
Then ya better come and get 'cha boy
Go to the morgue and enlist ya' boy
And if ya' violate my turf I'm gone get with 'cha boy
Man, ain't nobody gone miss ya boy
Last thing you wanna do is go and piss me boy
Get the picture boy
Fuck ho's get richer boy
Keep one eye open for the snitcher's boy
That bullet proof vest want protect ya' boy
I got a chopper in the trunk that a wet 'cha boy
You better pray and hope God don't forget 'cha boy
Fucking with me
Trick Daddy comes in after 4th fucking with me to say:
Don't fuck around and let 'em get 'cha boy
Silly bitch is fuckin me
Suckin fuck in you
Suck and fucked my whole crew
So whatsa a nigga 'posed to do
See all my dogs is gettin cheese
Rollin D'd
They got them thangs from seventeen
Straight from overseas
Na show me shit I neva seen
Fullfill all my dreams
I put her down
They gimme cream
Na I'm on they team
Know what I mean
I'm representin
Realizin somthin missin
I'm on a mission
Want a million under these conditions
Which is
Marble tubs and gold dishes
The baddest bitches
AK's fo my protection
Gotta gaurd my riches
I want the latest trends
The newest Benz
To rule his friends
To fly a plane wont be no thang then
Mosquino fo all my hoes
From draws to robes
Valet parked around like Benz I steal the whole show
They got the Trick again
I wantsta fuck they friend
Suck that pussy then fuckin beat that pussy in
She suckin fuckin me
Wanna fuck my whole crew
I'm thinkin like yo though
What's tha bitch supposed to do
One day niggaz gon learn
How hoes really work
Lil silly jerk
Done got ya feelings hurt
Now was it worth
All that agony agony
Gettin mad at me
About ya boo
But she fuckin me suckin Trick and lickin you
And doin my crew
So whatch gon do bout it
Huff and puff jump bad
Nigga I doubt it
Aint hard to fade
Get ya shit split real quick
Nigga you bitchmade
Done fell in love scared of the truth
And if you only knew
She's doin it do it like the screw
Na see
She's tha type a girl ya die for
And when you dead
I'll be the type of guy she lie down for
And spread them legs
And gimme head
Show me all the kinky things she do
While you R.I.P. she's throwin it back thinkin bout you
Now when I'm through
Pass through my crew
She like it wit two
Or three or four
A lil gang bang with a low class hoe
She suckin fuckin me
I really thought you knew
She wanted to fuck my crew
Now what you wanna do
See all my bitches got anotha nigga
And all my niggaz got anotha bitch
But why these niggaz are suggest to get these bitches rich
I buy em shit
Half the time
Hell I line shit
Every hoes a lying bitch
Sometimes they even find shit
Ya bitch is beepin me
My bitch is beepin you
And when we hop fucked up gonna fuck
We beat these bitches too
These bitches hard at first
But then they fall in
Dont ya know they call me the freaky freak of all freaks
I break these bitches down
I make these hoes change
I sell these hoes game
Fuck with theese bitches brains
Have em wanna leave they man
Kick em out and move me in
Juice them niggaz and they plan be to bring bread
She's one of the baddest bitches
Animal she's off tha chain
See she's hard to tame
And aint gon change
Nigga don't wreck ya brain
Over no dame
Who pullin trains
And runnin game
See I know these hoes
And what they for
Nigga it's all the same
From these slimy sluts
And mangy mutts
They suck and fuck
For one quick buck
And turn around and set you up
And shit
She suckin fuckin me
Dont give a fuck about you
She wanted to fuck my crew
Sns / Roland (Featuring Deuce Poppi, Tre+6)
All aboard!!!
We ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
[Hook]
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
We sendin' this to all you (All you)
So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop)
This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh)
We sendin' out this message to
[Money Mark]
All the pretty little young and sexy women
And they great-great grandma's love they way we are
Make them shake they body, bodies
It's the number one clique who love to party
We from the bottom, M-I-A
Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay
Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play
No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY?
[J.V.]
I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!)
[C.O.]
S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team
Anything less than that, it's just a dream
We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean
Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in
We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again
Bet yo ass this shit won't stop
You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh)
Big boy takin' over the block
Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...)
[Deuce Poppi]
Now hold up, wait a minute
Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it
Can you pig and pop the Belve
And swig your jaw rap out we live it
Poppi gon' get it, seven digits
Seats in the six coupe made of lizards
And we won't stop like puffin' it
Whether it's crack or rap hustlin'
Cuz we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest
Radio gon' play this regardless
S-N-S, bust like an SKS
Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes)
[Hook]
[Trick Daddy]
Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran
And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh)
Play wit us, spray the damn thang
See down here that's an e'eryday thang
It's guns and greens on dub dukes
Cop deuces half price from the boosters
See thugs wasn't big enough
You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough
All the G's to the V.I.P.
Hoes follow along right after me
It's - SNS in this bitch
Matter fact, I be the best in this shit
Put me on your next remix
Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh)
See shit get crazy dogg
I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all
We're packed in jumbo jets
Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back
For
[Hook x2]
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school
Uh hah..
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ridin round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo
I got a pocket full of B's,
cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe
(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again - this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein
Heh, but I'm the man for this
While y'all was doin fine I was doin time just, prayin for this
Locked up, makin plans for this
Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this
Just Polo socks, tanktops and drawers up under my pants and shit
Shut up!
Okay who's +Da Baddest Bitch+
I been real, been rich, been had this shit
Big Benz, big house and shit
That's right, okay I been down with Trick
Okay it make sense to me
Cause if your money ain't right you speakin French to me
Miss Trina don't play with me
Or you can say Miss Bigg, that's okay with me
You need a grand just to speak to me
Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep with me?
Okay, you better be fo' sho'
Cause I done left niggaz like you stuck befo'
Okay, you can ball with me
Since you got a hot knot spend it all with me
Okay, y'all know what's up
Okay, uh huh, I ride, shut up!
This goes out to my niggeroles
and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up
C-O got a verse in the +Book of Thugs+
So when I come through bitch show me love
If you bout that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it up
I got two mo's of them phat hoes,
late night and I ready to bust
Are you okay? Look like you got a lot to say
Okay, come widdit
Niggaz keep hidin your hoes, what you do that fo'
Me and Money Mark been done hit it
Been done split it - okay playboy? Fuck you say boy?
Don't even much bring your hoe 'round C
Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me
Shut up!
Lay down, playboy what's up
What about the slugs in your head and your gut
What's up with the keys to the truck
Your own nigga say you got B's in the cut
What's up with the safe, what the combo
Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo-sation
What's up wit'cha Haitian
Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin
What's up, where you store the D?
I ain't found shit but a quarter ki
Nigga ya better not be playin me
You gon' bleed to death, you understand me?
Whassup, are you ready to go?
You ready to tongue kiss with the blue fo'fo'?
What's up fuck nigga say somethin
Set your crime, we ready to spray somethin
Gun play, how I got the stripes
2-4-K turned out the lights
Gun play, how I got the stripes
[Trick Daddy]
Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga
Take off
Y'all know what time it is
Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas
Seminole niggas, Bal Harbour, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox
Wynnwood niggas, Richmond Heights, Homestead niggas,
Florida City niggas, Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas
South Miami niggas, Opa Locka niggas
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right
Verse 1: (Trick)
I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby
Dubs or better, candy's and leather
What you want nigga
Two do's, Fo' do's
We call 'em donk's nigga
Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line
Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's
My verse is seven pounds
My shit be getting down
I got a seven
Trick ducking they can't catch me now
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
??? the age, straight or shady
I still beat it baby
Married twice, five kids
I still eat it lady
Ain't no shit shady ??? till I see better days
Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way
??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
Got that fire
You want get hi' so want you come on over
Boy I'm a powder head
X-man, X-cons
I got the boys all way from Marathon to West Palm
Call me the butcher man
The cookie cook it man
I got a soft
You wanna hard
I guess I'll burn it then
(Trick Daddy Hook):
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
(Repeat)
Verse 2: Trina
I like 'em rugged guns
Thugged, cold blooded nigga
Pinky ring blinging
And rollie platinum flooded nigga
Don't want no buster's either
You got to pay this diva
And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya
Cause I'm the baddest bitch
Ballin' with the baddest clique
I make ya money disappear like a magic trick
A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it
I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce
Silen suits looking cute with the matching boots
I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit
You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick
The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick
The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it
I'ma first round draft pick
Y'all bitches getting traded
I'm triple X rated
Pussy stay soakin' wet
I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet
(Trina Hook):
It's Miss Trina baby
I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash
Holla back ladies
(Repeat)
[Trick Daddy]
New York niggas
DC niggas
Detroit niggas
Va niggas
Ga niggas
All around worldwide nigga
Verse 3: Deuce Poppito
I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater
I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter
Fo' show do
Room is full of pimps and thugs
Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
Banging like Krypts and Bloods
We wiping slugs
Our enemies dripping blood
Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud
To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box
When I ride the blocks I always hide my glocks
In the dash board next to my passport
In the double S I paid thirteen cash for
My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop
With the one stop shop
Heroin, weed, and rocks
I feed the block
And ride the strio in a tinted drop
And I even met the niggas who invented rocks
I got the block game from the county of Dade
A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid
We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link
I pray the God that boat carryin' that coke don't sink, what
(Deuce Hook):
It's Deuce Poppie nigga
I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Whassup, holla nigga
(Repeat)
This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed)
Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha)
You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on
Yesterday's, killers, today's fuck niggaz huh?
My lifestyle's quite complicated
I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliated
I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty
That's why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like me
But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me
If I end up doin one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill me
But the devil leaves me only a few choices
I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all niggaz don't hear me
See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these niggaz
go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!)
I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't fuckin with a nigga
So why they fuckin with a nigga huh?
I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line
get flipped out the lip, fuckin 'round get killed
So let them niggaz know I'll never forget 'em
Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo
You never know, you never know
You never know, you never never know
You never know, you never know that
know that.. (know that..)
And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit
Some of the shit I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have
if the niggaz wouldn'ta took it
I wanted things my momma couldn't afford
And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty
it made me even want it more
But now the police got the spot hot
Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine
And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse
is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team
I heard how bad them boys really want me
But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey
After all, I done exposed a few of they rats
And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back
And all the shit that I can tell 'em, tell 'em
Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em
Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life
I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause
(One murder comin right up)
Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars
And wearin wires around they collars
Yo, y'all fuck niggaz I'll stop ya
And I declare war on any pussy boy
And tell his momma his son a whore
Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for
See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan
And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man
I was just a law-abidin citizen
And I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish it
See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck
of young stupid muh'fuckers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya
And all they need is a minute in the clear
Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance
So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em
The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches
You never know, cause they never know, and they never will
(I thought all our problems were over)
Westcoast, we're not suppose to know better
I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen, huh?
You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind
Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head
Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin
I don't like it
I don't like it one mother fuckin bit
Free me
I've been captured by some demons
They drainin my blood
Taken samples of my semen
Got the nerve to call me crazy
Tappin all my telephones
Questioning my lady's
But I trained them every summer
Hope to ball and never fumble
Survive in the jungle
It stinks like Stevie Wonder
Rainy days, I'll be the thunder
No carma and no drama
So I gots to ask my mama
Yo, why Kenny left me starvin
Didn't daddy do his part?
She explained she had a heart
She did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god
(Its Hard)
You better run nigga
Do ya thang nigga
Get off a chain nigga
Cause you's a free nigga
Run nigga
Thang nigga
Chain nigga
(What)
I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation
Much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it
And that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner
I rest around the roudy bout it g niggas
And niggas who wanna be known as thugs
Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs
But ain't no love when they spray
Pray for them everyday
Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late
To my dismay my niggas ain't no thugs
They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day
And anything in they way, they gonna crush it
But if ain't about that flow then don't discuss it
Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted
Willin to die for anything, and that's official
Without or with you, pistol be government issued
With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed
We serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve
See no like myself
See I hear no, speak no, see no evil
Except for them demons that be by lookin like everyday people
Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang
See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bang
But na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen
Dealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like Freddie
Tryin to whoop a nigga for somethin
That's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothin
Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the click
We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch
Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live for
Talkin bout you real how you killed so
Scared to death, shakin like a dildo
Find something to live for
It's sad to see you with that slave mentality
Let me set you free, come follow my cracks ain't no lookin back
Better run like hell, for sure you'll end up dead, don't bump your head
Man I'm bout to make right for you and me
To my ghetto children, Be Free
See how life's suppose to be
Run nigga
What
Thang nigga
What
Chain nigga
What
(It's over)
Run nigga
What (it's over)
Thang nigga
What (it's over)
Chain nigga
What (it's over)
(Nigga we runaway slaves)
Hey wut dat is? You hey, you hear dat shit
Damn dogg, I know it ain't what I think it is
Hey man, hey hey, you selling Trick Daddy CD's?
Yes, no no no no
So wut is that?
Salsa Madenga
Fuckin' Latin
Ohh, Madenngee
So, no Trick Daddy?
No, no Trick Daddy
Do you like Trick Daddy?
So you not selling Trick Daddy?
Okay, good, good my friend, good
Good god, a ha ha
Yo Trick I think we done did it again man (
of course, of course)
Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha)
Y'all know who we be
I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friend
I wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends (ooh baby)
I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout
Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about
I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar
And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga (next nigga)
Though I'll prolly go to Bay Harbor about Gucci, Louis, or Prada
For my wife son or daughter, yeah (wife, son, or daughter)
They gon talk about us, you should expect that
Look at them bitches, they broke, they can't afford this
They still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz fuck em'
And won't do nothin' for 'em
Pump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to bitch
Stay out my face if you ain't got shit good to say
And my wife don't like ya (don't like ya)
Matter of fact when she see ya, she might wanna fight ya
Ho, I tried to keep it real witcha' (keep it real witcha)
But by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya
Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga
Deal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha
Now you ain't neva had a stunna
You ain't neva had a gunna
You ain't neva had a dirty ass gangsta motherfucker
Now you glad you did
First you was scared
Poppin champagne bottles, go on take a swig
You see this life I live is for the real and not the fake
So when we walk the streets girl I'll make ya feel safe (huh)
I know you lovin how I'm thuggin all dayyy
Your momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyed
Say my name and watch how ya friends act
I got a brother and a cousin they can get at
First you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in trouble
Then I got you in the cover no other did it so betta
Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me
I ain't worryin' about yo 'exes' come flex with me
YEEE!! Girl what's gooood
You lookin' for love and now you found it in the hooood
You see the problem is
You accept too many promises (too many promises)
And you subject yourself, where you can't help yourself
But I'm here to help (I'm here to help), so tell the busta to step
And baby have no fear cuz "Thug Life" is here
And I got a remedy for you to get replenished in
But hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennessey
And I hope you got plenty energy
Cuz' when K-9 these felines, shit gets finicky (whoa, haha)
Anyways, I got plenty ways, to make ya stay
But Im'a keep it straight, it's better that way
I'm better gettin' wetter that way
And I'm bigger than ya last, and we gon' need "Magnum"
In fact I'm ready right now (right now)
We can get butt naked and I'll hit it right now (right now)
But we homies, so let's stay homies (stay homie)
Conversation only
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that's right
This the time when we take time to remember
All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know
I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out
If it wasn't for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn't have none
But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldn't run
And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thing
I've been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain't a thang changed
And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother
And I was thinking if I lose mine, who's gone raise my brother
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love
So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways
And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it's crazy ain't it
Just like the soldiers, that ain't coming home this year
Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real
What about the children, who ran away, that ain't coming home today
Well here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday
Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday -
Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion
See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God's children
There's only, one him, plus ain't none of y'all confronting him
So blind in our own minds we wouldn't even know God if 'we was in front him'
And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible
What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival
Let's add some chapters nameed Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, only one died was the Americans
And, that's point of my, who's responsible for Vietnam
And, hold on there's more, we had two World Wars
And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making
When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education
Life is crazy ain't it
So many tears, through out the years
Somebody tell me what's going on
And so many lives, but only God knows
About the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up
I know you're fed up, but stay strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday
Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday -
This is for my people in the ghetto
I'm calling out, calling out
To all my thugs in the ghetto
Calling out, calling out
It gets hard sometimes, but you
Got to keep your head up, and be strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
phone ringing
hello
crying
girl whats wrong calm down
girl he he ...
slow down slow down slow down calm down slow down slow down slow down
he didn't call me
who din't call you
he wont call me
who wont call you slow down down
trick trick
trick
yeah i keep callin him
you fucked trick i told you not to fuck dat nigga
why he wont call me
he got dat double dosage shit don't do dat
girl im feignin for it girl
girl see thats what i am trying to tell you
it got me it took me a year to get ova mine
cause it was so long
it was so long it was so long
i know girl i know guess what ima
call him right know for you
okay tell him tell hime to call me
ima call him right know ima call him right now
don't worry bout a thing i got you
phone hangs up
fuck that ima call dat nigga fa me
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own switch off the tree
These are the days
(These are the days)
These are the days (when we parlay)
When we parlayed (just me and my team)
Me and my team (out there livin our dream)
Ha, ha ha, Lord (look how far we've come)
Look how far we come (doin what we love)
Doin what we love (cause these are the days)
(ballin, we gon' hold on)
And I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a nigga
You let him know, then you asked for a fave
And then he coulda got a head up
Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up
And everybody gon' know about it
Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho' about it
Cause everybody done lost one
But don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another one
And your ass better fight back
And you bet' not run and let it get back to mom
Cause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh)
And, momma ain't raised no chumps (no way)
So, go 'head for what you know
Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goes
Cause tomorrow we'll be best of friends
Never ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'mon
Now leave the guns and the crack and the knives alone
It's, T-Double on the microphone, and I can
see trouble right in front your home
Far as the kid's concerned, let him live and learn
And let him grow to be older than us
Teach him more than gangbangin, drug deals and hold-ups
And slow up, hold that drinkin just a little bit
And when they wanna get high, just let 'em hear this
And let 'em hit it 'til they OD
Cause when they sober up, they gon' love and respect us
Now we havin mo' doctors, lawyers
Teachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorers
C'mon
These are the days, Lord these are the days
These are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days
(for the thugs)
Whatever happened to the momma and daddy jokes
And why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folks
That lady about seventy-five years old
That's twice my age, and fo' times yours
I know momma taught you better than that
Believe stuff like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attack
Always hollerin about child abuse and child neglect
Where the hell did you get that?
Shit the last time I checked
You ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for that
And it happened right there where it went wrong
Part one's now, part two's at home
So from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sir
Put that behind you, questions and answers
Followed by thank you or no thanks
Or father may I be excused without bein rude
Hold on, so this here should teach you a lesson y'know
Kids, y'know listen to your teachers at school and
Parents, need to pay attention to your kids at home
Therefore uh, know how to be hard on a child abuser
Child neglecter, where e'rybody nobody call HRS on us
Beat they lil' bad ass when they get out of line
That's what my momma did - fo' sho'
Ain't nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppin
The swellin gon' go down and the bleedin gon' stop
But your ass'll be alive, I'll bet you that
Until the day a nigga D I E I'll be forever thuggin', baby
Ever [Incomprehensible] these bitches love it, baby
Still got the chron son, I used to be a drug dealer
X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga
Around here we smoke a bitch I still book 'em heavy
'Cuz I bought that Benz
That don't mean I sold my Chevy
I love my seven-trey, I talk to 'em everyday
I ride around 'em cool, I walk by 'em yesterday
I'm from the southwest, where niggas drive Chevy's at
Come through with that bullshit, my niggas don't gonna handle dat
I fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a
So if you fuckin' with us, we'll hit you up with K Cutters
I feels no niggas but I pitch no hittas
Throw curve balls at they ass, they gonna watch 'em, go get 'em
I'm now the coo guy up the street, up the block from 'em
I used to up my glocks on 'em, then take they blocks from 'em
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
C O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo
Pull out my dick and piss on hoes
In ya face while I spit these flows
Like you ain't know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough
Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough
And we gonna get mo'
For sho', you know dat cheddar make it betta
And it's thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha
Like dun-a, dun-a
Nigga dem rags to riches
Wit' your boy C O Money Mark, T double D, so bitch don't go
So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floors
Get away from all your doors and your windows
'Cuz a nigga done passed wit' a .44
And Im'a let it go like boom
Betta break ya-self, I can't take myself
But killa, nigga, won't have to make myself
And I'll come to ya wake myself
I won't send no dogs, no friends, no loot
No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit
Just a note that say, he through, now, now thanks to you
Me and Tre gotta make up for these times lost
We bout' that cash, we on that ass
So let them 9's off
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas
Snitches and bitches, yo, hold on I'm gon' kill 'em
And I'm just chillin' bustas, she fought for me to keep 'em
So I just peep 'em, lay back and I book my reefa
I'm a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols
I got the choppers that I'll bring it down and won't miss ya
You want a nigga that gives a fuck about a bitch
Unless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin' to get rich
I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out
Who can shoot a nigga best, a bitch about stacks ho
All this complaining ho, bitch about that
Ever since I hold a Benz, bitch be all in my face
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
Thug life again, so ride wit me
whoa now bitch,yah fill me whoa now.peace an if dont like well than shit on u.
Freaky deaky, Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe
Yeah, and that nigga, J.T. Motherfucker check it out
See I'm a pimp, you motherfuckers better know
'Cause when I find out my bitch ain't shit I MIGHT let her go
'Cause a ho gon be a ho, nigga that's in the game
So all you niggas that be taking them out and buying thangs
That's less I got to do plus that bitch fed
I get her for half of everything plus some of that smokin' head
So what the fuck? You'se a duck. Nigga spend your flow
See I know you just want to say you fucked my ho
But that ain't shit 'cause I ain't never been a sucker
I'll let you have that hoe, nigga I bet you I can still fuck her
Better recognizer, I'm the bitch-izer
Next time you see your hoe your bitch'll have her thighs up
On a flick with this dick off inside her
Show you how to ride her
I'll make that pussy wider
You marks ain't got nathan for me
I'll make your baby mama leave you and tell you she love me
So who's the motherfucking man now?
You can never outdo me dawg and never understand why
This goes deeper than just dollars and cents
You keep breaking off them hos and that money keeps getting spent
'Cause I'm a pimp, now let me hear you say it
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
Yes sir, I'm a pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
Yes, I'm a pimp pimp, come on say it!
You a pimp baby, You a pimp baby
One more time, I'm a pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp
What is this shit about you on the rag?
You wants to lag in my pad with my cash before I get that ass, ya dig?
You think I'm bluffing
Let me catch you cuffing
BITCH!
I won't stand for this bullshit
Now while you blinkin ho I'm thinkin
Pretty Tony's thinking
Now I'm yo people get that bank and ho from here to Macon
Other creeps can't compete with this pimp in me
I'm chaufered round In this '97 photo fleet
peep
My chunky sable
Read the label
I'm getting bread out you bitches 'cause I'm able
You got me looking like a million bucks
Turning tricks suckin up dicks and lickin hella nuts
'Cause I'm the real
Ain't no need for you to bill me
I'm already hot
Get the cash out that ass I'm that type of guy
I introduced you to these fucking streets
Gave you a PHD
So 'fuck you mean you don't need me?
I'll break your neck hoe
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
Hell yea, 'cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
That's right 'cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it!
You's a pimp baby, You's a pimp baby
Hell yeah, 'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
If you see me walking down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy
I'm lookin fly
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yes sir
I wear my pants hanging off my ass, a Class A pimp
And I walk with this gangsta ass limp
Some call me sir Trick, or even mack baby
I got these girls down south going Trick Crazy
Now come take a walk with your future mack
So we can discuss all our future plans
This is my lady never disrespect her
Or your sure to get fucked up
If you see me with another ho
Baby just let it go
'Cause it aint worth getting your neck broke
Bitch, I'm wearing the pants, I'm the law man
Just put your money in my gotdamn hand
'Cause I'm your pimp, pimp, now let me hear you say it
Latoya Edwars
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby
'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby
'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it!
You're my pimp baby, You're my pimp baby
Yes sir, I am yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby
Pimpin hoes ain't dead,
My eyes is red mother fucker
Smoking trees and B's
I got many hoes on they knees
From pittsburgh to mexico
I got all kinda hos Nigga
You better recognize and realize
Real game aint no thang
It's just a new thang
I feel like I'm too hard to die man,
I feel like I can't see faded, you know?
I feel like can't no nigga fade me.
I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit,
you know what I'm saying?
Blaaah!
Steady comin got you runnin for your damn life
I'm busting shots with this glock, nigga act right
You crossed this nigga how you playin I'm a naughty head
The last bitch got 4 shots to the head
I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete
Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat.
There was no motive for the murder on the straight tip
And all you can seen was blood and brains every damn where
So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or his face or his forehead (killa!)
Kill-a-head and the body dead
Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest
nevertheless
I'm leaving a mess
Nigga, fuck your chest
Hollow points leaving brains on the front seat
Fuck with me and I'mma set you free nigga
Pop my trunk check out my funk
Nothing but pumps,
Leave that ass smelling like raw conch
You coochie niggas playing with it you gon get shitted
Metro wants to know who did it
Now aint nobody rapping to the fucking cops
And if they do we coming back for 'lick them blood clots
We killing bitches not to mention snitches everyday
The 9 glock triple platinum in the MIA
Kill-a-head and the body dead
The graveyeard is my home
Tombstones and bones
Murder weapons is the case now don't hearse my bone
Headhunting is my hobby who the victim be
And who's next on my everyday headless spree
My gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top
Now I'm a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks
Quick to pull a trigger cuz that's all I know
Robbing creeps raping hoez and just slanging dope
I got my masters in disaster
I'm like Andrew kick in your door at your hoe mad, your dawg too
I'm new in town your aint heard man Jason Lee
Satisfied to his ass I had him begging please
I went to hell now I'm back and I'm hellafied
Took over down there made the devil cry
I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep
I got a trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed
I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too
I killed my posse and my friends, I'm after you
I crash your party kill your bed smoke some killer man
What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up, and I'm 'on Kill again
Kill-a-head and the body dead
I'm paranoid 'cause I'm hearing thangs
Time served only out a few months, associated with birds
They wanna plot, but I got bad nerves
Peep, milli 14 on the front seat
You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it
It's grounds missing who did it? I'mma deal with it
So 'fuck I care about your shawty?
Nigga you been naughty
You skipped town with two pounds of my doo-doo brown
Naw nigga how you playing I done counted that
You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
My cuban friend want his ends
Instead of you flipping the dividends straight to me and him you cop a benz
Silly rabbit you dont started stabbing, now I got to let you have it
Rapid-fire from my automatic
You left me stuck so now you out of luck
'Cause you done fucked my credit up
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Coochie nigga what fuck another minute you won't get to spend it
I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch, Kill-a-head
Verse 1:
I got me a girl, my little pearl. Cause when I met her she changed my whole world!
But what I've seen out there, it ain't fair, all those beautiful honeys with long luscious hair.
I just wanna call'm, be ball'n, Show em' the shit that I'm haul'n
Bring home the bitches, take off their britches, fuck them and my girl like mad wicked witches!
Show em' a good time, break out the wine, cause fuck'n two girls would be so fine!
Chorus:
It's not a phenomenon! Two girls is all I want! In a menage a trois! Fucking like "Ooh La La!"
Verse 2:
Lay em' on the bed, at the foot and the head, I want to fuck em' hard til their faces turn red
Give me some, let em' cum, nice and slow like ooh yum yum!
I'll lick some clit, and suck some tits, while one of ya'll deep throats my dick.
I hope you want, my dick in your cunt, cause I'm gonna hit that with my funk.
Chrous: Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high
duce tre esclade that's my style
t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Trick Daddy
I used to be a polo kid
who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did
I used to sport it talk about it
that's the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it
Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass
thug nigga going back to the basic
and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated
but first off this is T double
when I hitya with them k cutters
you turn bout three colors
gon and get your big brother I don't care
I'm dade county major slash player
hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up
time for war now be a boy what's the hold up
a new candiate for the thug of the year
I'm the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters
Chrous: repeat 2x
Rick Ross
You know it's your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius
and we getting it
sitting on serious inches
we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison
(at the door) bouncers don't touch us
they know once ounces go up they hold up
and know what
I drink cris let it bubble back
I'm leaning on double stack ready to snap
Trick already know yall ain't ready for us
we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug
I can let yall lay in the mud
I battle you partner
a spotter that's hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up
keep your glocks up you can't stop us
true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets
in truly didited or god got us
Chrous: repeat 2x
Trick Daddy
Some of these ho's think I'm manish
go head ask me were I got my manners
bitch ask your mamie
I slap a bitch in minute
seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it
plus d bout big money get honey lauging
that six hundred still running
so what's the cause mayham or murder
who is the killer shit I'll kill ya
got money so I'll make it in court
plus I'ma thug nigga and I'll never get caught
bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks
plus my glock gon take this shit on top
this ain't no muthafucking hang out
we don't eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house
this is thug life not a citcom
plus we got big guns ready for change now
Chrous: repeat 2 -end
{Yeah, its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm
Fabolous, the album 'Street Dreams', I mean we all street dream
The sometime or another you know, fast cars, cash, women, livin' the life
Trick Daddy feat. Cee-Lo
'Dro in the Wind
[talking]
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..
True Story.. Buddy Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too... see!
[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
[Cee-Lo]
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!)
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Oooooooooh!
Oooooooooh!
[repeat Chorus]
Whassup little man, what's wrong wit'chu?
Why you lookin so sad - what's wrong?
Man, I went to school today
and the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper
Say what? Why she tell you that?
She told me I had to be somethin, that's more realistic
like I could actually be, like a construction worker or somethin
Man, construction workers ain't realistic man
You can't be out there done sawin all day, boy it's hot out there
Man, just keep on goin to school, get your education
That way, you can be anything you WANT to be
I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song
I bet you'll love it (I just wanna sing) yeah yeah yeah
(I-I ain't askin for much)
Well go 'head then
I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song
I bet you'll love it (I ain't askin for much)
Listen; I just wanna make music, I just wanna verse or two
In fact, man, I wanna be a rapper too
And I could probably sing the blues
Cause I got problems too, plus I growed up in the projects too
Well can you put me on your soundtrack?
Cause I got a good theme song that Betty Right could probably sing on
Yo, I just want a chance at stardom
I just wanna be more than a thief or robbin
Well, what about a remix? And I could probably make the beat
and get it done all in less than a week
And make it clean for the radio, so the kids could watch the video
Yo, but y'all don't hear me doe
Man, I just want a crack at it
If I fail I'll be back, cause I refuse to be a crack addict
I wanna prove the critics wrong
What started off with a poem done turned it into a song
Now I'ma sing it for you
Listen to me! I wanna be a legend one day, that way
I can be put in the same category with Barry White and Marvin Gaye
And have a tribute dedicated to me
Sell platinum records and win Grammys so that the world can see
you could be anything that you want to be
Play sports or make music, just put your mind to it
And yo, I ain't the typical 'American Idol'
But when I'm done, I'm sure the boy Simon'll like me
Everybody can't act rap, and no matter how real the dream seem
e'rybody can't sing
But, there's another Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods
somewhere right in the hood, plus
Yo you ain't never seen a, meaner team
of tennis players than Venus and Serena
So, it's people like that that helped people like me
And they gave me the courage to sing, so I'ma sing it for ya
I wanna do commercial and TV shows
I wanna blow and sell records like the BeeGees sold
And I don't really need a chaffeur, I don't need a maid or a cook
Just a vacumn cleaner and coasters
And I can cook and clean for myself - with the right promo team
I feel, I can really do big things, and
I could probably write me a book
With all the stuff I got to tell 'em, it's got to be a best seller
And it's way deeper than a Coke and a smile
Why go to schools when the teachers ain't helpin us out?
My art teacher drive a Benz but he ain't bein artistic
I got music second period but the class won't listen
I wanna sing
So, to all the kids
All the mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers of the world
Y'know? Our kids need encouragement
We need a reason, y'knahmsayin?
Let's show 'em somethin, let's give 'em somethin to look forward to
So all you teachers that ain't doin your job, y'all step aside
Cause I got a little brother and sister that's gon'
grow up one day and be a teacher, and she gon' actually TEACH somethin
Y'know? She gon' make it worth comin to school y'know?
It's deeper than free lunch now
I just wanna sing
I used to be just like you
Our father who art in heaven
Thank you Lord
Lord thank you Lord
That's right
Y'all could stand up and rejoice now
We about halfway through the road
We got about another hundred years to go
Thats for sure
God is good thats right God is good
In fact God is not good sometimes
He's good all the time
No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope you're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying yall
I got a letter from my nigga in prison
He said he shooked them and its
Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit
All he needed was a couple pictures
And a few dollars
That way he ain't have to worry about borrying
From a nigga
Told me to check on his old girl
Make sure its all good
For her and the kids
But hell I already did
And then he asked me about his shorty
I hate he asked me about his shorty
Cause its been some years since I saw him
Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror
And ever since the days he's been gone
She's kinda trapped in a storm
But he goes on and on about when he gets home
And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong
Put him right back where he started at
But he ain't snitched
So he feels them that niggaz in his click
They ought to pay for that
He did his time day for day without turning snake
Cause real OG's don't even take pleas
See when I pray I pray for everybody
I pray that God bless America
That way these terrorist can't tear us up
But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things
And the bottom line is
We gotta set examples for the kids
We first ought to teach em love
Cause these days us niggaz got
Too much hatred installed in us
The radio and TV they just can't get enough
This great big old world
I guess it still just ain't big enough
But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa
The Lord ain't brought me that far
Just to drop me off here
Y'all keep arguing about religions
While y'all referring to y'all old books of the bible
Y'all all out to miss the last bus to heaven
See everybody gonna wait
Aint gonna do be no fighting, no pushing, no cussing
Nope not at the gate
Cause everybody gonna meet there
Niggaz you ain't even like in your first life
They gonna walk by you and speak
No matter no matter no matter
How hard I cry how hard I cry
Oh no matter how hard I cry
Ooh Yea
Even and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies
Invest some money stay together in heaven
I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me
And its gonna feel so good seeing them together
So I'm sending my deepest condolences
To those who lost family members
To the hands of the men that befriend us
Y'all remember we all in this together
But whosever ain't forgiving
Beep!
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo' respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head and all
Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
You got the nigga running up in you
Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
No good freak, is the same but I love you
I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?
The next nut going out for your grandma
You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Oh, Oh, Ho
You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school
But who's the fool?
You'se a prime example
You met a nigga named Mike
at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
It aint no limit to the shit you do
You making records in the studio
Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
Sheit,
I'll hit you up for a gangbang
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
Fucking with the wrong pops
Longshoreman on the dock
Head, booty and cock
You get what he got
Shooting tech to his whole cat
Took him home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that
I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
You can't trust
A bitch with a big butt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
Fucked her
HIV can't trust her
I got too much to lose
Cash rules
Protect the family jewels
Yeah,
And I ain't going out like Easy
Believe me
A nigga disease free
Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
You wan't much flow,
But I can't pay you ho
You dissed Trick,
And now you on the hitlist
I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
I told my boys
That you make much noise
And you like getting off with those sex toys
A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa
You'se a Ho Ho Ho
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo' respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head and all
Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
You got the nigga running up in you
Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
No good freak, is the same but I love you
I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like
that, huh?
The next nut going out for your grandma
You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Oh, Oh, Ho
You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Buddy Roe
Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school
But who's the fool?
You'se a prime example
You met a nigga named Mike
at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
It aint no limit to the shit you do
You making records in the studio
Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
Sheit,
I'll hit you up for a gangbang
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
Fucking with the wrong pops
Longshoreman on the dock
Head, booty and cock
You get what he got
Shooting tech to his whole cat
Took him home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that
I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
You can't trust
A bitch with a big butt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
Fucked her
HIV can't trust her
I got too much to lose
Cash rules
Protect the family jewels
Yeah,
And I ain't going out like Easy
Believe me
A nigga disease free
Chorus
Trick Daddy
Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
You wan't much flow,
But I can't pay you ho
You dissed Trick,
And now you on the hitlist
I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
I told my boys
That you make much noise
And you like getting off with those sex toys
A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa
You'se a Ho Ho Ho
Chorus
Ho Ho Ho
Chorus with variation untill the end
* The goom-bay is a Carribean music celebration down in miami
I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed
It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes
This nigga needs no introductions
I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to fuck wit
See T-Double known for startin problems but
K-cutter be the problem solver, if I
sell you a book nigga stick it
Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me Flipper
I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh)
But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver
Had to tell him mind me a nigga
I was like uh-huh, click click, c'mere, don't run nigga
All I wanna know is
Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is
I heard papi got them freighters
Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em
The dope game's just too overrated
And to tell y'all the truth a lot of y'all ain't gon' make it
Done went from crack slingers to R&B; singers
Before the mic's on, you was already singin
It's just a song was a big hit
He named me and his bitch on the remix
And to hell with bein a man about it
Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, fuck bein 21
Somebody better tell 'em
And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin
And I ain't gon' keep on talkin to you niggaz
I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz
And I ain't leavin no witnesses
And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses
See I know how to control my Hennessy
I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans
See cause poppa was a rolling stone
He said, son get your gun, it's a war and it's on
So y'all go on and bob your head to the song
Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone
I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed
Niggaz out there sellin backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds
They whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke
They makin it hard for them {?} to smoke
I went to jail tryin to get high; nigga told me
to go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out
So our father, who art in heaven
It must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggaz
Nope - and crazy ain't the word
They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird
Fo' what, so you can smoke it up?
Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come fuck you up?
The game hard on a player
You coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare
With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself
Yall niggas keep fuckin around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, yall niggas better stop fuckin wit me
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt
The first nigga quick to get it first
Call the paramedics cuz the police be stealing from the herse
I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat niggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third
Nigga done caught wit a slurr
Cant see shit but a blurr
Crank up that Chevey let her purr
We all from the curve
Bitch niggas runnin up nerve
I aint gone let u die
And I (?) Tag a man
Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan
Bitch I'm a mutha fuckin jacka man
And Understand when the mutha fuckin crack is stayin
Yall mutha fuckers better run cuz we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigga who aint feelin' this rhyme
And ain't feelin' this vibe
To many niggas goose neckin my ride
But okay my A.K fully
Yall niggas watch how u step to me
And yall young niggas back the fuck up
And don't make me act the fuck up
Cuz it al' be another war
I'll kill every mutha fucker that yall know
Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law
Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe
Now I ain't claim to be a saint
And no got damn serial killer
I just wanna know my nigga what made u disrespect a nigga
What u thought I was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor
Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fuck nigga I'm gone catch ya
Been got my B's got my cheese
Fuck nigga u dont play wit a G'
Cock back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees
My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch
My Ol' girl didnt raise no bitch
U outta line I'll kill u bitch
Not put that shit on my chick
Man I pull bout 26 bitches
Gotta perk shit 26 inches
On the concrete nigga
Gotta lace on the concrete nigga
At least when I rap a lot
Break down hoes in the trap a lot
Fuck nigga I got crypt for days
Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade
305 to the 404, G' shit we'll take ya hoe
Look dawg we'll take ya bricks
Then u gone cop some candy shit
Fuck nigga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from (?)
Came here to suck a dick ATL Dade county and Trick
Aye,aye yall suck ass niggas keep playin wit me
Fuck around see me wit a A.K on the streets
Start bussin makin mutha fuckers lay in the streets
All cuz of what a nigga say on the beat
Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least
From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key
Instead of all that attention u were payin to me
U should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin
But I know most niggas aint built like that
Just know old niggas get killed like that
U dont wanna fuck around wit Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that
Niggas wanna talk shit and cock duce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin
So u can run high and tell lies if u want to
form the south to the bottom,
it's the brand new trick
(M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park)
and if u never been down south before
we bout to show yall how we ridin (get up, get up)
so where ever u from (yea)
(let's lets go)
be like down south show a lil change
for the gurls in the club that be shakin that thang
and the got the young playas comin up wanna run things
yall see them gurls when they in them g-strangs
now everybody wanna be down wit da south
(now everybody wanna be down wit da south)
now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south
(now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south) cuz
in the club, (in the club)
all them gurls that be shakin in the club
in da club, (in the club)
all the thugs they be playin in the club
(ooooooooooh)
yo I'm from the state where the sun shine
where the women are pretty and they so fine
where the dudes are rude but they so cool
listen, good weather is better for a good fella
and every ride will probably be on 22's or 24's on T-0's
and you know like I know, we gon represent it everywhere we go
and every time we drop hits,
for hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit
so gimme a fresh white tee
a pair of preist jeans and some j's yall never seen
man I cant help but win
on heavy rotation
on all of your stations
down south takin over all of the charts
we jus got started and will not stop
You aint never seen a big ol' ass like this
and you aint never gon run across a badder bitch
Im Ms Trina, miami's finest
and you can ask your man who has the flyest
playas who millionares try to buy this
and I aint got shit to hide
I like to squat and ride
go front and back, side to side
bend me over show me what you holdin
and oh shit, now give it to me, gimme that big ol' dick
first suck me up, and then buck me up
go deeper, deeper, beat me, beat me,
lets make a sequel for the naked people
your whole click against my click
now shake that ass, shake that ass
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
Kaine
here we come to fuck the whole floor
ying yang twins kickin in your door
scat like a rat when a cat comin out the house
dir-ty south
D-Roc
my bad we done did it again
trick daddy and the ying yang twins
if you dont know, let me fill you in
I hope you know we in it to win
you didnt know we the super friends
we done did another song again
so i just know its on again
we fonna put a joint to win
yall gonna get rolled over
like a bulldozer
I hope you know the game over
dade county the fullgest county
we still run these god damn streets
I dont think ima change
in 10 years ima be doin the same damn thang
Kaine
nigga fuck hoes
nigga do shows
nigga get in trouble uh oh
will i smoke if it aint dro
hell no playa so fuck no
now shake that ass, shake that ass,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass, shake that ass,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
Could it be, you and me?
Could it be? (heh heh)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(fallin' in love heh heh)
Could it be, you and me? (for my thugs y'all, nigga)
Very sleek, gotta sneak,
peepin', creepin',
Turn it up my homeboy,
Tellin' lies, to the guys, like nigga I'm goin' home boy.
Hittin' the back streets, wanna see my boo.
Gotta gift for two, for you ,
And something for your mama too.
Thinkin' 'bout ya all day, in a thug way.
wanna hold you in my arms, lil' mama and i can't wait.
Tongue tied, bitch ain't lie,
She in love to the lil' guy, and ya know,
Showin love to the lil' guy.
Suckin', fuckin', touchin' one another,
On top of the covers.
Let's get some air up in this mutha fucka.
And she was callin' my name, and tellin' me thangs,
I can't explain.
So for ever we should always be together.(shit)
Sweet love, slow tongue kissin', and hugs.
I'm on a mission, wishin', kissin' that belly button.
She hum a song, that got me on.
And it won't be long before I reach the zone.
Move along, how ever long.
To eat the zone, pressure stones, when you reach that zone.
The bitch go home and leave them crooked bitches alone.
Make your kids, and your wife, and your whole life.
It'll be hard at first but hold tight.
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost in myself,
Cought up in my self, tryin' to keep it real,
But all that wilin' is costin' myself.
Could it be I'm scared of the love.
Y'all want a turn to get so scandalous
This thug nigga just can't handle this.
But the I neva met a girl that could role a philly like you
You could see I like you, when I kick my flow who feel it like you.
You was lookin all sexy when you got out yo ride
Checkin' out yo' thigh.
The dreams of a fine girl, I see out my eye,
She about yo' size.
Don't really seem like the type that'll really mutha fuck with drama,
So nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so it's me she seem to hona.
These other hoes don't get showed lately, me and her been hangin'.
Smokin', drankin', keepin' her shit tight,
swangin' all in a midnight bangin',
Never trippin', but I'm tippin', or just kickin' it with my dawgs.
We ball with them niggas tellin' me my nose been open,
Ever since I hit them drawls.
I tell them I'm still a pimp,
I don't really want ya but I just pretend.
Cuz I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin' out with them.
Trick Daddy won't rat on me, he told me, ÓTwista,
don't kick it how we get what, long as you handle your business, mistaÔ.
So I sit back and say, Ófuck itÔ pick up the phone and call my bitch up
Started thankin', is it all in the bud or am I fallin' in love.
(fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love,)
(Could it be, you and me, you and me, could it be,
you and me, this that thug shit, what, say it.)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gotta change my life
Lord knows I aint livin right
Yall know i aint chillin right
Smokin out everyday and night
Gotta ease my mind
Gotta find time to rewind
Cause I'm fallin way behind
Me and my dogs we known to ride
Gotta watch my back
Represent for the soldier
Die couple years older
Have boulders, a lil soda
Get rich with a motive
Now shit done changed
Niggaz gunnin in the rain
On straight cocaine
And it aint no thang
Since the game in his arm
Straight aim at his arm
Gotta watch my back
Gotta stack my flow
Gotta pay my bills
Leave bread in the will
All to the old girl
See yall hoes betta chill
Now back to the game
Lotsa niggaa been dying for this
Done lost they lives to this
Got me on this survival some type of AK rider
Na I started with thug
A thug with a heart
Took a trip with some heart
Had a dude he was scarred
See his maom in the park
Tears dried up
Mom what's wrong (what's wrong)
Your son's gone
Is he ever comin back home
She said you straight young nigga
Take a look in tha mirror
I was there when you was gone
Now back to the streets
Where young niggaz like me
Gon do what we got to do
You aint nuttin without ya crew
Betta light in tha night and I'm thinkin bout you
In the bedroom tied uo
With ya mouthpiece wired up
Just shaped on tha floor
Had none of ya guns keep muthafuckaz fired up
An see that's the truth
I done told my nigga this street shit aint a game
But it seem the same
Young nigga get slanged
For a lil bit a fame and cocaine
Try to do thangs
Just for the benzs and beamers and bithces
Thinkin riches gon take care snitches
And niggaz wit triggaz
Niggaz betta watch they back
Cuz the same time I'm tryin to speak to you and realease to you
Some shit ya need
Young nigga wit greed gon try to put the heat to you
speed to you
They callin in the gat
In the dunge with a guy
Ski mask and a vest
Let his heart do the rest
Thuggin, broke niggaz be the best
Yes, and gon die if ya buck
So get fucked right up
Come back if ya like
Bring ya gat if ya like
And get stacked if ya like
On ya back if ya like
All I neded was a chance
A MAC-10 and a benz
So I can clown with my friends
Show the world I'm a man
Then broke but those in the pen
When I'm off in the club
Much love for the thugs
See hennessy in the clubs
Got all these rabid ass, maggot hoes
they love the thugs
Now bout dem hoes
Try to find them a man
That can pay they bills
And yes they can
Weight 28 grams
Take a tour of the land
Aint got no plan
They'll wait for a thug
Go give em a hug
Show em how to be loved
Then suck em up
Straight fuckin em up
Then get in his benz
Get with all his friends
Take all his ends
Then send him to the pen
Then do it all again
Amen
But lord forgive em
Have mercy on they're souls
For livin like hoes
And say a lil prayer for me and my life
[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
Drop the top and let the sun shine in
Slip-n-Slide and we at it again
T Double D and a couple of friends
it's quite alright with that dro in the wind
[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
[Cee-Lo]
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
[Big Boi]
Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece
of va-lac-tic, before you slack it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
not intended for any illegal purposes'
it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
(Trick love the kids!)
[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
(Trick Daddy)
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
(Hook x2)
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine
(Verse 1, Money Mark)
You fucks with T Double D then you fucks with we
Now you runnin' round duckin' me
Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee
I send them killers where ya mama be
I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay
Come through choppin' ya block I don't plizzay
Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way
Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey
Love dough and love to hate hoes
Love to pull nigga bout mine lil' nose
Nigga tryna hold me back, I'm throwin' 'bows
I'm a treal ass nigga, that's how shit goes
(Rick Ross)
You can never fuck with me, I'll just flow harder
CL 6 sittin' low on those (?)
I'm a Philly man, but I don't blow garbage
Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it
Ain't no love, you see how the Feds do us
Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas
Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas
Body on 'em so what, look up we had shooters
(?) Take all tinted route
Hand guns, razor blades comin' out of the mouth
Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper
It's more to mine rapper
Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat
Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back
Lay niggas down like this? No like 'dat
No whoever ran, make 'em come back like crack
(Duece Poppi)
You better worry bout you, don't worry bout me
I pop three, out the drop-e
I smoke brocoli, you know we got D
Duece Poppi and T Double D
We got them AK shells and they hot as hell
Crackin' back to the white meat like lobster tails
Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone
Tore his head off 'cause he had his vest on
12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters
Niggas curlin' up like activators
Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies
You ain't rapped like that when Tupac was alive
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2, Mystic)
I'm not gonna fuck with you nigga, 'cause I don't know you my nigga
So don't you fuck with me or my dogs
Nigga I'm for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine
I chill, smoke crip and send orders
Off all those po-po's and armed forces, fuck 'em
They don't wanna see me fly, I don't trust 'em
They probably wanna see me die, that why
Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye
For them haters and hoes, 'cause I don't play about mine
Goin' deep, pray about mine
Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine
Fuck that you've been warned too many times
How you feel bout yours, nigga I'm ten times worse
You gettin' revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed
So please don't fuck around with me
'Cause my dogs will bust around at he
Whoever obsessed, me boy, don't test me boy
Touch me, my dog'll wetcha boy
(Trick Daddy)
Most niggas get rich, get goats
I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks)
Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch
Throw it up 'fore I blow it up
You ain't know I was a G muthafucka
You don't really wanna see me muthafucka
I'm a thug nigga, fo' life
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine
Runnin' in your grandmami house bout mine
I ain't slippin', I got my nine
Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch 'cause you got kids
Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live
Thug life and you know how it is
Shit don't stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed)
(Hook x2)
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
America
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all
I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better heart
Another start
Yo' own yard
And a place to park
You wanna
Trust 'em ??
And a better li' (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
He'll feel with you
Goin' through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don't be livin' for the other man
Take time out and settle in
Be the better man
And close ? watch your friends
And then
You'll understand
A lil' better then
But on the other hand
You so god damn stubboran
And you be
Startin' shit
And ever since you made president
We ain't even seen you since
You need to (You need to)
Fill our schools
Rebuild our church and homes
Stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone
And searchin' my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin' my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for the main goal
So when all the heat is gone
This game wasn't told to me (Told to me)
It was sold to me (Sold to me)
And we are never free (No!)
No way
Not in America (Not America)
Not America (Not in America uh-uh)
Our country 'tis of thee ('tis of thee)
Land of Liberty (Liberty)
But that'll never be (Never Be - NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
Not in America (No)
You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck -- then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D -- still a nigga
You use your platinum card you need four ID's -- then you's a nigga
If your skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga
Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise -- you still a nigga
You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves -- you a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid -- you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga
That's why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
International
They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
Now...Who invented niggaz in the first place?
And said America is the original birthplace?
Who gettin' 10 - 20 - Life on they first case?
My niggaz
I'm doin' this one for the
Kids in the streets
Who ain't missed a beat
Do it for the
Deaf and the blind
And those who don't eat meat
Do it for all the
Children of the corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon' keep the man
Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man
When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz
And writing brand new sins
Lyin' on a million men
People got to have money
(Gangsta)
Just like that
(Just like that)
My recipe for murda
(Murda)
Couple pounds of brown
(Pounds of brown)
Couple DT's
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas
See I was raised in the slums
But niggas tote guns distribute and run
Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about
Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out
That's how it is when you exposed in the south
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey)
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
The reenactment of my first murda
With no remorse and no feelin's
Hell, cuz I ain't even know this nigga
The shit was deep I couldn't just let it go
While I was shootin' 'bout my money
Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch
I bust his ass like the last muthafucka
Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You muthafuckas went in bad choppas
I still got 'em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him
I let him know bitch, this is how I feel 'bout ya
I asked him out but now his momma 'bout to hear about him
I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you know
Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them
I take this shit back to thirties and vogue
Let's see that's way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves
That's in the days when the ave was jumpin'
Every nigga was gettin' money
Every corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
Huh, but now we in the new era
A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas
Money, money, money
Every time, goddammit I'll say it every time
Betta call us murderers
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
The boy think he gettin' paid, jumpin' out
Squeezin' AK's, on the ground they lay
That's how we do this shit in Dade
Killer bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten this shit, got SK's with extra clips
Holla "killer head", and make them bitches flip the script
Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right
Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
Went "bang, bang" till their muh'fuckin' brains hang
I live for this, so damn right I kill for this
And when I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
Money
(Gangsta)
Just like that
(Just like that)
My recipe for murda
(Murda)
Couple pounds of brown
(Pounds of brown)
Couple DT's
(Couple DT's)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, hehe (ladies and gentlemen)
This is yours truly T-Double, and umm first of all
I would like to introduce to y'all, one of my first cousins
He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon
If you want it you got it, foreva
(y'all put y'all hands together)
Baby this is no one night stand
(uh-uh, no way, no how, uh-huh, c'mon, c'mon)
If you need it you got it, whateva
(c'mon, mm-hmm)
Baby we can just fly away
(just fly away, fly away with me baby, c'mon)
Now I ain't ever been a man with manners
But I, think I can handle, bein a lil' romantic
Now we can Crist' it up or Moet it
I can kick gangsta shit or get ghetto poetic
What's your name lil' momma, I'm T-Double
I been sent here by God, so I can look out for ya
And you gon' love what I got for ya
Tender lovin and care, anything your heart could spare
Look here, my demeanour may seem to scare ya
But baby I tell ya I ain't no ordinary nigga
I'ma, a little Marvin Gaye, and Barry White, and Teddy P
Mixed in with a little Billy Dee
And this is a gentlemen's song
And little children, girls and boys, I'm sendin 'em home
When I say turn off the lights, y'all turn 'em off
I'm bout to deal with your issues while I get'cha right, c'mon
Leave me your number and I'll holla back
You prefer your pet name, nickname, no big thang girl, I'll call you that
Won't be no problem with no other woman
Cause you the one I chose, in other words, fuck dem other hoes
And if a man, gon' be a man, are you really a wo-man
Is this really what you want, and is you sho'?
Are you ready to be committed?
Do you plan on spendin the rest of your life with a nigga?
Have you even thought about it, weighed out all your options
Made your mind up with no doubt about it
If not, we oughta talk about it
But stick with it, don't let dem sick bitches, talk you out it
Cause baby I'm in love wit'cha
And I couldn't stand to see you with another man, so
Dearly beloved, we gathered here today
Homey to marry and see a couple in thug matrimony
I need a woman that's down for me, one who'll love
respect and honor her nigga, do it all no matter what
Just one lifetime - wouldn't be long enough
for us to be together, at least not for us
And if I'm ever in a jam, be there for me
And keep it real with a player cause you care for me
With no strings attached, when you rub on my back
Greasin my strap, kissin my neck baby I'm lovin that
I got this thang that I do with my tongue
I wanna do it to you, but it might make you cum
But it'll cure you of your back spasms
Have you floatin while your motion in your ocean gotcha backpedallin
And we can take it to another level
And get elevated, gettin way mo' creative
And you can slap me if it makes you happy
But if you scratch and bite me, that only shows me you like me
See, we can do big thangs
I make you scream my name and blame it all on the whip cream
And if you're down with me, I'll have you down and dirty
(Trick Daddy Talking)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll
Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County
You know what I'm saying?
Everybody doin songs talking about what they got
and they jewelry and they cars I'm gonna talk about something
eles we never had shit, we real
(Trick Daddy)
And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it
was like Santa we would be having a Thingsgiving dinner
while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out
chillen wit my niggas out spilling trying to make a living
and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me
after i spent it on his children
See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother
and ten others, Lets see thats three sisters and 7 brothers
all we had was each other and or daddy because I love him
I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dog ya'll
just tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to still
Christmas, but if u pay attenion you'll learn a lesson just listin
See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise
them right they'll grow up and shoot cha
(Trick Daddy Talking)
Ya'll best beleave that all these lies you know what I'm saying?
Fibb's and all des story's be like history one month out the year
you know?All dat walking Martin Luther King did and they only gave
him justic one time you tried to fram OJ and beat the shit out of Rodney King
hell
(Trick Daddy)
I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I
cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and
they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna
hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker
don't make me run
If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words
of Rodney King "Can we all get along?", huh cause niggas just when
I nervus back, matter fact saying those ova there where them terorist,
and they aint coming back till Bin Loden and all thoes fighters are found
dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida
(Trick Daddy Talking)
I'd kill all dem motherfuckers every last one of them all them son of a
bitches all them funny names motherfuckers disrespecting my country
and my people, I wish ya'll would get yo fuck ass out of my face
free at last my ass Mr. President you aint even press me u aint even them
to justic yet, you better go get 'em
(Trick Daddy)
Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad some blacks wit no dads
doin bad shooting bad and fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe and I'm
stuck wearing dis niggas clothes hell I go to school and dem teachers
straight dog me I try to learn but my brain just wont, I'm not dumb but mad
and sad which I should be, you tryed framing me I'm forced to live wit out
a job or work at Mike D's or i could robe circut city and get 5 or 3, slang
a kane its no thing but I'm scared to of tab, and if you think im gonna change
you can kiss my ass
(Trick Daddy Talking)
I just wanna say use that enough for personal use, only personal use only,
no capital a finces no way forst degree misterminers haha,
and there damn sure aint no Santa Clause haha and there sure aint no
Santa Clause you snitching bitches, I'm gonna smoke one on ya
For all my children, huh, let 'em know
Sing for me
Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we pray, help us Lord
I done seen it all, done even lost a couple dogs
Everything from seeing hoes boosting in the mall
Niggas who used to ball, they ain't ballin' now
Hoes who hated me, dem bitches callin' now
And mama told me, but she never told me when,
She said when money come sin, its some fake ass friends
I keep niggas in da blind, and outta mind
Cuz broke niggas full of slim and they got dirt on they mind
Catch me slipping never, and not once, ever ever
Lost a bank to the better I'm a muthafucking fool my self
I can't fool myself, cause if I ever slip, they gotta have that there
Two years ago, I lost a friend in da line of thuggin'
He got drunk out clubbin'
Some niggas followed him home, a glock nine to the dome
It wasn't long for he was gone
For a set of d's and quarter ki's we lose to many men
And now to many man, understand how to be the man
See the man lied, so the man died, I seen the devils in his eyes
Though the man in the skys eyeing
Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we pray, help us Lord
Never confuse luv with lust
Retailate bust for bust
You can trust in us, we spit that venomous
It's either, them or us, ash to ash, sell the dust
We go to war for the peace, ignore the police
I still believe that its the east that invented,
See the west complemented, they always represent it
And all my peoples down south keeps it weed scented
Better focus, when I put this hocus pocus on the cd
I drop mine in braile so them blind cats can read me
I'm the cat that curiosity killed, prophesy filled
I'm still water that run deeper than hole pussy
Get pushy in the clutch, roll up like dutchmadness
I cuts and slashs, plus I, flows like Casius
It's warless clashes you need credit in the last days
So when them gats spray, do crime pay when you get shot
That's why I stay calm like www dot, cd
For who seeks the actual article
You heard it live its certified, mechanic on the mother ship
The alien, I changed the course of them with the wings
I would love to be considered sin in a physical form
Like I'm born to be crucified and mother was born to cry
Taught bitches born to live long and bastards are born to die
And God and the devil just don't see eye to eye
Coz ya'll thugs don't understand that the devil gone always lie
Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yeah ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
For the thugs
Yes sir, ha ha
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
Yes sir
My boy dooda, wa's up fool
(Down South)
Tut, ha ha haa
We've been seen (Aye yo C!), they on a roll
hurry up nigga, come on, they got guns
(I'm doin' this one for the thugs)
They got big guns!
They wanna go to war nigga
Hah?(Yes sir, for the thugs)
they don't wanna die, they don't mean that
If it wasn't for the Hennesey
and thug livin' for my enemy
my brother still be alive and apart of me
so I, say a prayer for that playa
and I, take my fire everywhere, see
Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs
another name on the wall
they keep takin the fall
yes I be livin though
dead and gone befo' we twenty fo'
or in jail but cha'll don't here me though
is this world about to end
if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends
and why I'm livin' wit my kid
and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz
its kinda hard for the black man
I watch the million man march for the black man
and through the sun and rain
I love enjoyin' pain
I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the boys down south much love
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs and the boys in the city much love
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the dogs in the grove much love
See, I, I, gotta called from the crib
my dawg got killed
gotta all my homies in tears
and we don't know who the killas is
it could of been the lick
it could of been the hit
I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so
we put his face on a shirt
and shedded tears for the game
(a thug in memory boy)
cuz it's hard to hide the pain
they teach us some better thangs
the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change
thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit
ride or roll take sides for yo dog
suppose to die for your dogs, shit
hard time in gangsta livin'
and got us villian chillin'
try to start no crossin' me and you so
and you cry for yo' dogs
Hell, I don't understand
man, I say a prayer to all of y'all
and for the cause
for my motherfuckin' dogs
Nigga!
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my Carol City niggas much love
for my thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my niggas out in Gouls
for the thugs
If it was a hundred dollar bill
would ya, could ya ride for me
start a fight, better yet, would you die for me
under oath baby girl would you lie for me
getta gackin open 5 for me
now would you cry for me
turna trick, or do or die for me
food stamps, if you apply for me
well certified for me
can't count but you'll try for me
or do it all for me
Huh?
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
(for the thugs)
(for the thugs)
(for the thugs!)
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the niggas out in Opa-Locka
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the boys doin' time in the pen
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my dogs out the Heights much love
for my mothafuckin' dogs
fuck y'all
fuck y'all, others
motherfuckers
faze brothers
suckers, bluffers,
we ain't nonthing but sho' nuffers
Bitch, feed ya fish
[Chorus]
I been having fantasies of me and you
Thinking how it could be just me and you
Girl I'll be your other man
Your freaky deaky kinky lover man
Mr. Kiss- it –where- you –love- it man
(Trick Daddy):
(Girl I'm having) fantasies of me and you
(And I'm thinking) how could it be just me and you
(Girl I'll be your other man)
(Your freaky deaky kinky lover man)
(Mr. Lick- me- where- I love- it man)
Can't you see what I'm talking about
I wanna be the one to knock it out
Show you all the things that you need
There's no need for you to beg me please
I want you to understand
All I wanna be is your other man
Me for you, you for me
Make this thing a reality
[Trick Daddy]
Mean daddies play me I can't wait to break
Call your crib find the phone maybe your mom awake
No sense in worrying about my wife she's great
And I know that my conscience right she be okay
Make up a lie cause he ain't seeing you tonight
Hell yeah baby just me and you tonight
Just bring some clothes and the robe that you be having on
Behind closed doors who knows what be going on
Holding each other we be sucking on
Hell yeah deep in them gut says you grunt and moan
It ain't enough to chain me we fuck alone
These pussy juices been got my mind going the long
Go ahead man forgive me for I have sinned
69in wit my baby momma's closest friend
And she gotta man
But hell I understand (I know)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Trick Daddy]
I'll be your other man
Undercover first cousin even your brother's friend
No matter little momma girl I understand
I know you live wit your man, chill with your man
So we fuck only when we can
Juices all in the bar, fucking all in the car
Sleep around peep around only after dark
Yeah I know it's hard (but God gon' make it right for us)
Even if it means it will be (it'll be a special day for us)
Pray for us and let me ease your mind
Treat you right eat you from behind every time if you don't mind
I'll be your other man
Yeah I'll be your other man
[Chorus]
(Trick Daddy):
(Girl I'm having) fantasies of me and you
(And I'm thinking) how could it be just me and you
(Girl I'll be your other man)
(Your freaky deaky kinky lover man)
(Mr. Lick- me- where- I – love- it man)
Feel me like I'm feeling you
Open your eyes and see what I'm going through
I don't care if it's wrong or right
But I gotta taste that pussy tonight
Kiss you here kiss you there
Right between your toes girl I don't care
My mission is to please you
And make you see that all I wanna be
(Is your other man)
Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga
Take off
Y'all know what time it is
Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas
Seminola niggas, Bahhas, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox, Wynwood niggas
Richmond Heights, Perine niggas
Homestead niggas, Florida City niggas
Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas
South Miami niggas
Opa-Locka niggas (South Miami Heights too)
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right
I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby
Dubs or better, candy's and leather
What you want nigga
Two do's, Fo' do's
We call 'em donk's nigga
Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line
Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's
My verse is seven pounds
My shit be getting down
I got a seven
Trick ducking they can't catch me now
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
??? the age, straight or shady
I still beat it baby
Married twice, five kids
I still eat it lady
Ain't no shit shady ??? till I see better days
Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way
??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
Got that fire
You want get hi' so want you come on over
Boy I'm a powder head
X-man, X-cons
I got them boys all the way from Marathon to West Palm
Call me the butcher man
The cookie cook it man
I got a soft
You wanna hard
I guess I'll burn it then
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
I like 'em rugged guns
Thugged, cold blooded nigga
Pinky ringing blinging
And rollie platinum flooded nigga
Don't want no buster's either
You got to pay this diva
And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya
Cause I'm the baddest bitch
Ballin' with the baddest clique
I make ya money disappear like a magic trick
A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it
I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce
Selen suits looking cute with the matching boots
I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit
You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick
The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick
The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it
I'ma first round draft pick
Y'all bitches getting traded
I'm triple X rated
Pussy stay soakin' wet
I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet
It's Miss Trina baby
I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash
Holla back ladies
New York niggas
DC niggas
Detroit niggas
Va niggas
Ga niggas
All around worldwide nigga
I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater
I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter
Fo' show do
Room is full of pimps and thugs
Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
Banging like Krypts and Bloods
We wiping slugs
Our enemies dripping blood
Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud
To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box
When I ride the blocks I always hide my glocks
In the dash board next to my passport
In the double S I paid thirteen cash for
My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop
With the one stop shop
Heroin, weed, and rocks
I feed the block
And ride the strip in a tinted drop
And I even met the niggas who invented rocks
I got the block game from the county of Dade
A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid
We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link
I pray to God the boat carryin that coke don't sink, what
It's Deuce Poppie nigga
I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
(Chorus)
I spit game wit the n word
brothers make slang for n word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for n word slang
and lease be the blame for n word nigga
(Trick Daddy)
you know me nigga
I don't know you my nigga
here's what must go through my nigga
go get with ya crew my nigga
tell rush round here for I do y'all niggas
cause I'm straight chillin my nigga
ex-con ex-dope dealer my nigga
I ain't trippin but I'm chillin my nigga
and I ain't scared of none of y'all niggas
I will count my flow right in front y'all niggas
I will kill ever one of y'all niggas
cock my 45 and go to gunning y'all niggas
I will ever one of y'all niggas
nigga
(Chorus)
(Deuce Poppito)
I am off da my nigga
smoking marijuana in the range my nigga
getting brains
real niggas do things my niggas
we spittin flames with motherfuckin thangs nigga
I will take it to ya whole squad my nigga
word to god my nigga
I got ? but rather get hard my nigga
? at the neighborhood park my nigga
what you say young nigga
slip n slide ain't got guns young nigga
got funds young nigga
dumb nigga
get ya for motherfuckin ones
and turn you news into none
nigga
(chorus)
(C.O.)
yo my nigga
I'm c.o. nigga
you better slow yo roll my nigga
nigga
and that's word to buddy roe my nigga
so why should I give a fuck about a ho nigga
I'm a go get ya nigga
I can get the ? to da floor (let em know ny nigga)
that's how it go my nigga
I'm go lock it down from the door my nigga
that's fo sho my nigga
(Trick Daddy)
and I got ya back my nigga
everywhere I go I be strap
you bet my nigga
and on top of that do be a ?
its all good you know I got stacks my nigga
we rob banks my nigga
and we are the only ones smoking stank my nigga
we runnin through the bitches that you cant my nigga
fuckin round with us we will leave you stank my nigga
nigga
(chorus) - 2X
(Deuce Poppito)
whats up my nigga
I'm bout to nut my nigga
bout to but the gat to ya gut my nigga
whats up I'm bout splash me a nigga
bout mash me a trigga
I'm bout to blast me a nigga
you shouldn't have played with my cock my nigga
it smells like gun smoke my nigga
you bout to bleed to ya death my nigga
take ya last breath my nigga
what you think this my nigga
I will slide in ya crib
and put six in ya wig my nigga
that's how we play my nigga
with a a.k. hide in ya driveway my nigga
you can run but you cant get away my nigga
I'm go let the click spray my nigga
from the shy to the m.i.a. my nigga
slip n slide niggas don't play my nigga
(chorus)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..
True Story.. Buddy Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shame the Devil (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too...
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece
of va-lac-tic, before you slack it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
not intended for any illegal purposes'
it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
from Exit Wounds soundtrack
[Chorus: J.V.]
We Got,
Mo' hoes (mo' hoes) mo' dank (mo' dank)
Mo' cheese in the bank, mo' rank
My dawgs on dubs, yours aint
My dawgs do whateva, yours cain't
[J.V.]
That's right (that's right) that's us
Trina, JV, Trina, Tre+
Hit the club, slide through on dubs
Back to back ride through like what
Still goin, po'in hennessey
The best thing showin, blowin, remember me?
J to the dot straight to the top
We the shit for real other niggas play hot
[Money Mark]
To all the young hoes, I love ya fo'
Who let me take 'em to the house, get 'em loose, let 'em go
On the ??? so I guess I gotta love 'em though
But I'm a P i m p, so you know I dont love these hoes
And I, don't see 'em, (don't see 'em), won't be 'em
Won't be buyin' no hoes Benz's or Benz
No mo' diggin in Money Mark ???
I'm a Slip-N-Slide nigga and i straight dont see 'em
[Chorus 2X]
[Trick Daddy]
Yo T-double D doin' amazing thangs
And have you bitches around sayin', Why you say them things?
Cuz I'm a T-H-U double G-G
Wherever I go, you bitches you love me
Whether an LP, uh, a remix
The only thing I'm a spit is G' shit
Specialize in fuckin' and gettin' head
??? wanna pay for riches for head
Of a, ass hoe, that mack hoe
The truth of the matter fact, a slapped hoe
Beaten back ??? and hoodrat hoes
I like them slim and po'
No fat hoes
If I, had a penny for every bitch I get
I'd be a young raw nigga with a platinum dick
Ride around town with the platinum shit
Spittin' all these gangsta platinum hits
[Chorus 2X]
[Trina]
Ms. Trina, Ms. Drama
Diamond princesses got the mama
Stacken that bread, plenty dolla's
Drop it, pop it, Fendi colla's
Chart toppin', hit droppin'
Ain't no stoppin' the champane from poppin'
I'm finna bring a Grammy home to Miami
Purple see ok, drop candy
Twenty Inches, dipped in the chrome
Lil mama thick to the bone
When the last time you seen a bitch like this
Come into the game and get rich like this
A bitch that make hit after hit like this
Icy from a anklet to the wrist with
Mo' mansions, mo' yachts
Slip-N-Slide got the bottom on lock
[Chorus 2X]
You gon save that?
Na na na na naaaaaa
Na na na na naaaaaa
Yea
Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)
I wanna buy me a Benz but I'm fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now
I'm taking care of mama now
My lil' dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
I got you bobbin' to this real shit
So reason why a nigga kill shit
That's how it is shit
See papa was a rolling stone
He left mama alone
She raised us on her own
Them bitches curious
Why I'm soo motherfucking serious
Hard times got me pumped up and furious
I want y'all to free all my dogs
Before I get my gun and start killin' your halls
Call me the butcherman
I take my beef straight to the man
I put it so only thug niggas understand
Keep bitches out your game get paid
Just remember and respect what the old girl said
Chorus
I got some niggas on the other side
One day I got to take a ride
And let them know I still represent the Southside
No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's
I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
Big ends steering wheel made of wood
I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga
I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
Who gon die next
Who mama gon' cry next
Who sister get to wear the black dress
That's how we living though
Dead and gone before he twenty-four
Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
As I continue with this thug shit
With all this blood and shit
But all us thug niggas love this
For the love of greed and riches
But money don't need no bitches
So I'm killin' all snitches
Chorus
I'm doing this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir (repeat 2x)
If I was a hundred dollar bill
I'd make you niggas kill for me
Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me
Just to pay a bitch bills with me
I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking
A bitch better fuck for pregnent nuts
You see it be them same niggas
'Cause coochie ass lame niggas
(Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
Now picture me as a killer
Young black dope dealer
I'm doing this one for my niggas
Who ride for this
Who even lost they life for this
And them niggas who survivin this
They don't live that long
Chorus 2x
Thug niggas don't live that long
If its bout that money
Then you gots to kill them, haha
Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh
I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonite
Nigga
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it
I'm thinking back when I was younger
I usta hustle in the summer
No time for crime
I had to help my mama
And I love the rainy weather
Make me hustle better
Running into partner in na ghetto
Trying to get my shitt together
However, I'm giving these fuck niggas pillars
Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers
For my niggas
They keep they fingers on the triggers
Cause they heard about you business
And these fuck niggas trying to end this
So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli
Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti
Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this
slanging, robbing, and shooting
Even neighborhood polluted
I'm ready to do this and like weed
I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted
If the shit move, I shoot it
Hold on
I'm doing this one for my homies
Who left his baby mama lonely
Got chur-en dat neva saw him, got kids who don't even know him
Got to count his blessings sent
Cause one chance be his only lesson
For the homies all be missing, his son's got stronger missions
Hold on
Don't fall
Cause I've been there
And I know
Cause see all my niggas anit dope dealers
But they killers, for sure
They call us thugs, so give us our own section in the club
Allow us to use our drugs
Nigga what, nigga what
Say it
I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird
And no clues on how the Feds got the inside word
He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone
And anit no telling when the boy getting back home
See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those bustos
Especially, when you getting in front of muscle
Cause them fools will try to touch ya
They know you dying for yours
So from day one, they don't trust ya
This whole style I be living for
Sometimes, look like I'm running fast speed
And this old bad luck taking me lower
Life's full of lies, theres too many guys
Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga tried
When it's gone get bettter, seems like never
In this life we live
Us niggas just can't stick together
However, I guess a change got to come from this
One day, but right now, I can't accomplish shitt
Patience for the frustration
Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing
So I'm living on the edge
I'm thugging til I'm dead, yeah
Standing free from them suckers and far away from them Feds
I say I never had no job, always rott
Living in the park, back when I was scared
And then things got better, my pockets got fatter
Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters
Nigga came across a key and turned it into three
And got my fuck ass emenies running from me
And saying....
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus a little residue
Boa, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it
Tha thug Money got blood on it
(Trick Daddy)
We gon let the band deal with this...
You know we had to remix the damn thing right?
For all them bustas...
All them niggas hating on Slip-N-Slide
Sh-sh-shut up
Funk boogie remix
Sh-shut up
Deuce Pop, Ms. Trina, Trick Daddy
Sh-shut up
[Chorus 2x]
Uh - Huh, OK,
What's up?
Shut up!
What's up
(Deuce Poppito)
What's Up? Deuce Pop I'm finna handle shit
I'm finna take Slip-N-Slide to the championship
My nigga Trick got the ball, he the quarterback
Deuce Pop got D like Warren Sapp
2-4-K we was born to mack
All that get money shit i was born for that
Throw up your middle finger if you feeling us
Coming out the cake with a million plus
Playboy that slick talk about to stop
Deuce Pop finna put the South on top
What's up, Uh-Uh, OK, bad hoes u know we don't play
That's how we do sipping on Malibu
Hennessey with the Coconut Yoo-hoo
2-4-K turn out the lights
Spit that fire burn out the mics
Shut up!
[Chorus 4x]
Uh - Huh, OK,
What's up?
Shut up!
(Who's bad?)
Who's Bad?
(Trina)
Bad like this
Aint nann hoe bad as the baddest bitch
Who's bad u know my name
It aint been in the same since I came in the game
I'm off the chain with a figure eight frame
Everything I drop its a hit man
I risk game out to game fame
Rock the mic leaving lipstick stains
The baddest when it come to this bitch game
New coops, dicks shifts switch man
Lemme show u lame hoes how to get change
You needa take grand's, before he get brains
Get ya mind right don't be a lame hoe
Aint shit for free, that's how the game go
Trina on top and I know ya mad
Top notch, off glass
OK?!
Who's bad?!
[Chorus 4x]
(Trick Daddy)
Yo this T-double-D representing the Southside
Down with Trina Tre+ and the Lost Tribe
? funk keep keeping these beats tight
Niggas gon be like yo shit so tight
A-ight then what happened to the 5 mics
What, Slip-N-Slide niggas aint so tight?
Huh? What u wanna bet ????
Back to it
T - double - D - R
Shut up!
I Don't even see y'all
Now how u gonna dis like this?
Riding ride listening to that bullshit
Yo pappy shoulda taught you better
Then put you up on fake ass niggas
Cross the board gay ass niggas
Who me? I'm a killer,
Ex - con, ex - coke dealer
Flow dealer
Don't see no nigga
Chorus 6x
Who's bad?
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo' respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head and all
Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
You got the nigga running up in you
Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
No good freak, is the same but I love you
I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?
The next nut going out for your grandma
You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Oh, Oh, Ho
You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Buddy Roe
Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school
But who's the fool?
You'se a prime example
You met a nigga named Mike
at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
It aint no limit to the shit you do
You making records in the studio
Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
Sheit,
I'll hit you up for a gangbang
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
Fucking with the wrong pops
Longshoreman on the dock
Head, booty and cock
You get what he got
Shooting tech to his whole cat
Took him home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that
I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
You can't trust
A bitch with a big butt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
Fucked her
HIV can't trust her
I got too much to lose
Cash rules
Protect the family jewels
Yeah,
And I ain't going out like Easy
Believe me
A nigga disease free
Chorus
Trick Daddy
Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
You wan't much flow,
But I can't pay you ho
You dissed Trick,
And now you on the hitlist
I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
I told my boys
That you make much noise
And you like getting off with those sex toys
A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa
You'se a Ho Ho Ho
Chorus
Ho Ho Ho
Chorus with variation untill the end
* The goom-bay is a Carribean music celebration down in miami
It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets
Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets
Nigga's bleeding in the streets
So I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger up
And I'm ridin' for Buddy Roe
Cause he jammed in it
My dog got slammed in it
I even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minute
This the street life, cracker think a nigga fadeless
Cause I'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, fuck this nigga
Nigga's life for dope and nigga's die for dope
And nigga's die cause they live on dope
And I remember when I told 'cha Roe
I would've shed blood for ya'
A nigga still got much love for ya'
Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that
Until the day a nigga lean back
This how a nigga show you real love
A dedication to them real thugs
Cause we the last one's livin'
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
We can break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
I'm 'bout a G short, not bees
One of my (???) got caught with three ki's
And he ain't taking no pleas
Ride or die, holla thug life
I know the feeling, I know exactly what it look like
Buddy Roe you better hold on
Cause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha ass for so long
And they'll ship ya' ass so far
They'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' car
Hell, I rather the go to war with 'em
They got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'em
Bullets that explode in 'em
Huh, and I don't see no vest
But cha'll know the rest
That rapid fire hit 'em right in the chest
His mammy gotta right 'em a check
For the rose for the dead man
Huh, you understand, nigga it's thug life again
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
Thug life nigga fuck nigga's die in thug life
Fuck nigga's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeed
Fuck nigga's ain't gone never have no money
Cause them real nigga's can take it
Fuck nigga's can keep calling the police
You fuck nigga's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a nigga
This motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cunt
dick sucking, dick licking ass,
dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga,
ya'll nigga's know who ya'll is
Fuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killers
One time for the dope dealers
One time for any motherfucker in America, who 'bout some war
feat. Cee-Lo, Ludacris)
[Cee-Lo] Uh huh
[T-Dubl] Yeah
[Cee-Lo] Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it
[T-Dubl] After this one you gon need a root canal then
[Cee-Lo] I love sugar all of it
[T-Dubl] This one for all the clean, decent women
[Cee-Lo] Lay it on me girl
[T-Dubl] Pay Close Attention
[Hook: Cee-Lo]
She put that sugar on my tongue
Shes gonna
Gimme gimme some
She put it right there on my tongue (Skeet Skeet)
Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other)
[Trick Daddy]
And gimme some of your butter pecan
Put it right there on tip of my tongue, put it
Right jeeeah
Cuz baby, if I bite you
I bet you like it
French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me
With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream
The best dreams are the wet dreams
And uh, the rest is just a flick without a sex scene
Or lee, I speak the truth
Cuz the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches
When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin'all these southern boys be cravin' for a whole slice of pie after they main course
So if you game for it
I came for it
I got a thang for ya
That I can't ignore
[Hook - 2X]
[Ludacris]
She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue
Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum
Goodie goodie gum drop
Put me in a tongue lock
Did it till my body went numb, numb
Laid her on her back, back
Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack
She's a woman from the block with the best of weed
But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks
It was lust at first sight
And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me
And my size was just right
But she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity
Said I been around the world twice
And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly
Said she wanted it all night
So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris she need
[Hook - 2X]
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeeeah Yeeeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeeeah
[Trick Daddy]
Sweetie you look so incredible
So delicious and so damn edible
All I need is some honey or syrup
With a lil' butter to rub down all your curves
And no need for the lemonade
Just a twist of lime and some grape Kool-Aid
Can I call you Caramel?
Cuz I'm bout to go coo-coo to taste your Coco Puffs
One bowl ought to fill me up
But that milk gotta be cold enough
So supper time that'll hold me up
I might choke myself if I don't slow it up, but
Honey, you look like a honeydew melon
Or strawberry with the whipped cream filling
Of the top part of the peach cobbler
But uh, the fruit platter ought to do me better
[Hook - 2X]
(*talking*)
'Tis the season to be jolly
(Jolly, for what) hell if I know
I just don't get it, tell it like it is
It's on, truth hurts
[Chorus - 2x]
It's like the sun in the summer
It's like the cold in the winter
And when it rains it pours
Y'all keep sweating these hoes
And doing this one for the poor ones
[Trick Daddy]
This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas
Who ain't here they couldn't make it, let's face it
The dope game is getting shaky
When shit get flaky, see most niggas can't take it
I done seen the biggest dope dealas turn squealas
And yesterday's killas, today's fucked niggas
?That's defined? on behalf of the state
Your main key witness, and won't involve me with em
You could set me up to crush time
It ain't selling the vines so nigga, lay down and do your time
Cause, back when you was kingpinning
I was sitting off in prison, and you ain't send me a penny
And closing arguments can't get me
I had it deep for the state, caught his first witness
That's right, that's right
From one heat to another, you a sucka
[Chorus - 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
As an American, I think the whole world's against us
It took 9-11 just to convince us
That we got wars going on
And it's way bigger than thugs, this shit's deeper than drugs
Suicide bombings, and air attacks
All the planes that were hijacked, and all of our politics
So I guess that makes me a democrat
The Republican party problems are worrying about crack
If I could speak another language, I'd say it in
French, Spanish damn it, so everybody understand it
Want everybody on the planet, that if you anti-thug
I guess you gets no love, from us
[Chorus - 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
Where are the police at when you really need em
How can you chastise a child, if you ain't allowed to beat him
Want to screaming for no reason
Why you keep reproducing if you know you can't feed em
If he leave you, don't blame him
He the father of two mugs so regardless, you ought to raise em
And it might seem outrageous
This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous
And stop killing these babies, I mean it, I love em
If you don't want em give em to me I'll raise em
Truth is, that the future is our kids, and every playa with skills
Should be in the NFL, for real
[Chorus - 2x]
(*talking*)
'Tis the season to be jolly
(Jolly, for what) hell if I know
I just don't get it, tell it like it is
It's on, truth hurts
(Chorus)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass (say what)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
[Trick Daddy]
I'm having a supper with some lonely motherfucker
Some little boney motherfucker
You killed my homie motherfucker
So what a real nigga 'posed to do
Get ghost and kill every bitch close to you
And you probley gone kill me if I ain't careful
Probley gone damn near me if I ain't careful
Now you fucking with the wrong nigga
I'll follow you home nigga, ready to pull the motherfucking trigger
Cause I ain't fucking with nobody, owe nobody
Need nobody but my shottie
See all my ex-friends was ex-cons, most of them dead and gone
Therefore I'm ridding for 'em
I'm putting holes in you cocksucker
I'm closing shop on your block with this glock sucker
Won't be no serving on this corner
Won't be no hanging, swanging, swerving on this corner
I gives a fuck about your homie
You can play crazy if ya want to, but ya pussy when I get up on ya
But when these blades go to chopping, niggas gone be dropping
And vertebras going to be rocking
And I'm a..
(Chorus)
[Trick Daddy]
I gives a fuck that you getting do
I gives a fuck bout your hoe, gives a fuck bout who she know
Ain't no joking in my game, don't get chained,
and slanged about my cocaine
I know some niggas, who want to smoke,
He want some hotter green and a quarter head for that coke
Won't be no jacking while I'm stacking
Won't be no slapping, no laughing, or no motherfucking macking
Just me and my workers in a circle,
And ain't nobody and hiding 'round cause if they is I got to hurt ya
And if it's worth it we'll dirt ya,
I know ya strapped so I'm wait for I search ya
I know ya scared, and you gonna get it, and I can feel yo ass
Put this thing inside your head and I'm kill yo ass
(Chorus) x4
[Old lady (girl)]
Hello
(Hello um.. is Tony home)
No Tony ain't here baby
he not here
(Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message)
Yeah what u want me to tell him sugar
(I want u to tell Tony)
Uh huh
(That he got me pregnant)
He got u what
(U heard what I said)
Aye what u mean he got u pregnant, who this is
(This KeKe, he know who this is, yo' grandson nutted in me)
Nutted in u (thats right)
My grandson ain't nut in nobody (yes he did)
He aint got no churrun (I bet u he did)
U round here callin people house (I bet u he nutted in me)
Talkin bout' u probably, it's probably somebody else(He nutted in me, u don't know what u talkin
bout)
Probably 3,4,5 I don't know how many niggas u gone talk about done nutted in u (he the only person
I been wit)
God knows callin my house ol' foot shovo' ol' (Tony did nut in me, he nutted in me)
(I was on top of him and I aint even get off of him)
Well u should of got off of him o.ol' crazy heiffer
(No cuz I loves him u.u crazy)
U got Im serious u got Tony twisted
(He got me twisted, I bet u I bet u he the daddy)
U got him messed up and I'm telling u probably had a bunch of men running the train on u what they
call that ol' manaze mawazy ol'whatever it is
(Whateva, nobody don't run no train on me)
I bet ya, ol' ol ragady ass hoe (is u jealous, is u jealous, u ragady)
Ragady as a mutha fucker
Ragady as uh huh (Ol' hater, ol' hater)
No I ain't hatin on nobody (yes u is)
I bet u back in my day (what) I used to have em' goin crazy
(How u had em')I'm better than u (no u ain't)
My pussy badder than ur's
(Well tell me how)
Yo. Your pussy probably like wet dope wont sell nowhere
(Trick Daddy Talking)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll
Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County
You know what I'm saying?
Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat
and they jewelry and they cars,
i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real
(Trick Daddy)
And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because,
if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner
while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas
I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living
and if I robe for a million
I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children
See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother
and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers
all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm
I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg
ya'lljust tell him I aint here,
and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas,
but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin
See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise
them right they'll grow up and shoot cha
[Chorus]2x
24,7
3,65
aint no christmas in da ghetto
just tryin' na stay alive
he neva even seem them
he never even hear them
only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know
(Trick Daddy)
I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I
cam see it in their faces
yeah they wanna give nigga cases and
they wanna see me in jail hell
they can't wait to take me,
wanna hog tie me and take my bar,
take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run
If you know the moral to the words of this song,
what about the words of Rodney King "Can we all get along?",
huh cause niggas just when I nervus back,
matter fact sent them ova there where them terorist,
and they aint coming back till Bin Loden
and all thoes fighters are found
dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida
[Chorus]2x
(Trick Daddy)
Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad
some blacks wit no dads doin bad shooting bad
and fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe
I'm stuck wearing dis niggas clothes
hell I go to school and dem teachers straight dog me
I try to learn but my brain just wont, I'm not dumb but mad
and sad which I should be,
you tryed framing me, I'm forced to live wit out a job
or work at Mike D's or
i could robe circut city and get 5 or 3,
slanga kane its no thing but I'm scared to of tab,
and if you think im gonna change
than cracker you can kiss my ass
[Chorus]4x
[Chorus]
For all of my ladies gettin money makin these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin money tryin to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you mommy make em keep it real
[Trina]
Gimme the keys to the Bentley that's right
Me and my girls goin out tonight
And i don't wanna fight tonight, give my bread up
Ain't nothing you can do when a women's fed up
And I'm fed up nigga shut up nigga
Go but you better keep my bread up nigga
'Fore I find me a playa who will treat me better
Dick me to sleep and eat me better
You want a bitch who will fuck ya and feed ya
Uh uh fuck nigga I don't need ya
And you ain't gotta love me or like me
And hell nah I don't wanna be your wifey
'Cause I'm a bad bitch born to ball
And when you go to jail fuck nigga don't call
You want me to stay nigga you gonna pay
Gimme that doe playboy don't play
[Chorus]
[Trina]
I ain't finna cook, clean, babysit, or housekeep
Gimme twenty g's drop me on Southbeach
Let me shop til I drop spend til I faint
Burn up twenty get another ten out the bank
Let me show you how a hot girl get bread
All that fuck me for free shit been dead
I need a playa in my life trillion dollars
That's gonna keep diamonds round my collar
Lil momma MIA's finest
The baddest bitch call me Your Hinest
Slip N Slide on fire and you know that
I know you like the way Lil Momma throw that
I know you like the way Lil Momma shake that
Playa if you gotta bank I'm a break that
Miss Trina hottest thang on the south coast
I got these fuck niggas trickin off their house note
[Chorus- twice]
[Trina]
These niggas will play if you let them
Promise you the world try to make you sweat em
If a nigga got beef girl you better em
If a nigga dead broke fuck em and forget em
Move on to the big trick with the bigger dick
Get em off glass girl that will get em quick
Cause niggas ain't shit but some dick and balls
And I ain't got no love I'll trick em all
You got to get them before they get you
Fuck me for free I ain't with that shit boo
You got to treat them just like they treat you
If they want their dick sucked make em eat you
Never let em beat you or mistreat you
Make em pay a bill before he freak you, uh
Cause money mean the world to me
And ain't in this motherfuckin world for free UH UH UH
[Chorus- 4 times]
[Kase]
For my niggas, in the feds
My niggas in the pen
My niggas ain't gone neva see the streets no mo
This one for you nigga
Free Buddy Roe
Hook: 2x
Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Verse 1:Kase
I been put in the world
Living my days ducking k's
Was bursting bitches jumping out they Benz's on blades
I been scuffling years you honor
I swear the God I wanna do for my kid's you honor
If you was me then you would see how it is you honor
Through all the drama and this rain
Nobody felt my pain
I went to serving after fame
Then shit changed
You wonder what am I to do
Niggas on my block
Am I supposed to be a fuck nigga?
Let 'em rope my spot
When Jeb Bush pushing life
If I tout my weapon
Now Ronald Regan was selling guns
But it ain't a felony
A house on the hills with all these bills
I gots to sell 'em
My shawty waking up with out his Christmas
What the fuck I'ma tell 'em?
When I be juggling selling bricks?
Will heaven take me?
Now 25 plus life
Rehabilitate me
These crackers calling me a monster
But they help create me
Shit
Hook: 4x
Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Verse 2: Kase
Ain't seen my momma since the last time we hung out
Now six years to be exact
Cause she strung out
My getting jobs looking shady, on my application
Now have I ever committed felons?
Look at this shit I'm facing
And now these streets don't get no better for my young niggas
Now the muthafuckers that's coming up is the gravediggers
And I can't seem to trust my niggas
And I grew up with 'em
Folk in my mind at times learn not to fuck with 'em
When I was stuck who could I turn to?
Nobody but Jesus
I'm in this world looking up to the gangster's
Looking up to the leaders
Granddaddy had a stroke and grandmomma broke
Who the fuck gone feed us?
Y'all wrapped us in ropes and put us on boats
But y'all really ain't need us
Muthafuck that shit
I got tired of the struggling
??? in the jungle
Can't let a nigga fuck me about this coke
So I learned what was and what wasn't
I'm getting them things at 17
At least gone cop a dozen
You lose yo life
Shit ain't no joke
That's if yo coke is buzzing
Shit
Hook: 4x
Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Mystic(Talking)
Now what I'm talking bout
Got niggas doing the dirty dirty
Now what I'm saying
But it can't last dirty to long
Nigga gotta clean up somewhere
So, you know what I'm talking bout
Take a nigga advice and get in and get out baby boy
Cause it ain't all bad
But it ain't all good
Now what I'm talking bout
And the hood dangerous watching out
Everybody shouldn't be po-po
Dealing with the dope dope
So you better watch out boy
Get in and get ouuuut
Hook: 2x
Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Cane is in the buildin', nigga
Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that
Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse
My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold
See I'm too smart in these cars, nigga, all my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house, when I can buy it and write it off?
Make it my Florida home for the summer
'Round winter time, just rent it out
See I ain't none of them, who ride around on rented rims
I change on the weekend, and floss in his mama's Benz
See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh, so clean
White fitted, white tee, ain't 'Nann Nigga' like me
What kinda shit you on, wearin' fuckin' rhinestones?
Them cubic zirconia, son, them ain't fuckin' diamonds
So you gonna fuck around and get gangrene at the arm
I rob and kill one, over some muh'fuckin' slum
Your chain is crazy but that shit for gazey
And it ain't real, unless it's copper or stainless steel
So whoever made it, you shouldn't have paid
Twenty grand for a diamond chain that's fuckin' gold plated
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse
16 out the house, 17 gold mouth
18 on the block, nigga got them thangs out
Birdman Stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail
Real niggas do real thangs, you know we make bail
Trick hit me on the cell, know I gotta make a sale
Found myself in Dade County, nigga movin' pounds of bail
So fresh, so bright with the ice
Nigga, you could lose your life playin' with the bright lights, yeah
Cali got my back, I'm strapped nigga and [Incomprehensible]
Doin' it big, poppin' bottles, nigga, the G way
Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right
For a cheap price, nigga that cutter'll get your mind right
M O B to a bitch, made my hood rich
Click, cash, money young, money it's that uptown shit
Ballin' on them bitches, shot callin' on them bitches
Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse
They asked the kid the difference between mine's and his
See my shit blindin', his shit don't shine 'cause that shit ain't real
His gemstones, they fruity pebbles, just like Flinstone
And he had his Roley on but I ain't even notice his arm
But his diamonds' cloudy and he ain't shiny
And I heard his shit tick tick tickin', oh man, this nigga trippin'
See we poppin' bottles, smokin' bugga, actin' cocky
Big thangs with fat pockets, wearin' seventy thousand dollar watches
My overseas friends, we breakin' them thangs in
Invest in smaller hick town, shakin', bakin' and breakin' it down
We gettin' top dollar 'cause we got that top powder
Hoes slob on our johnson 'cause johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar, we gettin' money, holla
Rollin' hard with five fives, real fuckin' street ballers
Identify troubles with the first quarter
But I'm on the right path
At this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by the halves
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in, I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in, you ain't, you ain't iced out
[Chorus: kids singing]
Children hold on, to your dreams
Believe in love, let love be the light
to show the wayyyyy
And love will shine on you one day
[Trick - speaking over kids]
Hold on, to your dreams at least
And believe in love
It'll show you the way, it'll show you the way
That's right, uh-huh
[Trick Daddy]
God bless the souls of those that impose a threat
Better yet, let's forget 'bout this foolishness
And though I never asked for forgiveness
If you wanna pray to him, here's some things I might say to him
Lord thank you for my wife, my father and mom
And God thank you for my daughter and son
You know the devil he's been doin us wrong
And I love both of my kids, but they momma can't raise 'em alone
And yo, I just want a better understandin
There's got to be another way to handle it
And well we got to be mature about it
We both made our mistakes, and can't no one get us out it
My little girl's a little lady
And though she often act crazy, she still my baby
And I anticipate the day that I can see
the smile on her face when she speak to Little J
[Chorus]
[Trick - speaking over kids]
Hold on, to your dreams, you gotta believe
Believe in love - that's right
Believe in love and the Lord
It'll show you the way okay, it'll show you the way, just lead
Shine your heart on it
(America has a problem)
[Trick Daddy]
You see the problem with the world is
That there's way too many faces and way too many races
They done even managed to modernize slavery
They clonin little babies, these people goin crazy
And white America's on high alert
Black America's still starvin and livin in public housin
You still eatin off your food stamps
That's why one out of every three black boys end up in boot camp
And not to mention the ones we'll be missin
Let's face it, e'rybody can't make it
And e'rybody wanna escape it (no way)
But if it's thug life we live, then thug life it is
But just remember, somethin gotta give
That's why, so many and die and, so little live
I can't explain it, but that's how it is
And God forbid, but it is what it is
[Chorus]
[Trick - speaking over kids]
Hold on, to your dreams, and believe in 'em
Feel the strength, I know
He'll show you the way, he'll show you the way
He'll show you the way
[Trick Daddy]
The Lord have mercy on 'em
For they young and dumb, and that's why I come to pray for 'em
Though some of us are better than most of us
You can't involve the kids with our differences
And since memories are all we have
Don't you agree that all little kids deserve to laugh?
I'm, teachin the facts about our black leaders
Cause they be strong people, just keep readin, it gets deeper
We're all God's people
So regardless of color and race, we all is covered in grace
And you gotta be stronger than most
Therefore, we only supposed to go when we chosen
Cause God for the thugs too
Just be sincere at heart and dawg, God'll still love you
So to all my fallen soldiers, the struggle's over
All in the name of Jehovah
[Chorus]
[Trick - speaking over kids]
Hold on, to your dreams, c'mon, y'know
Believe in love, and love be the light
I know, you know, that's right - he'll show you the way
I know, it'll shine on you, c'mon
And just pray with me, sing with me, c'mon
Sing with me, c'mon
Believe in love - he'll show you the way
I know you will - he'll show you the way, okay?
Just believe and pray
Last year was a great year, ask the click
But this year was scarred to our last half of brick
Trying to survive in the drought where it ain't no blow
It ain't no [Incomprehensible] so with ain't no dough
Yo 95 south sun roof moonlight
Po-pos tight down before the turnpike
The last lick went sour Fed's jammed the blow
But like a weather man it's a light chance of snow
Lay low at the bottom at the tell
Wait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the cell
'Cause my Haitian cartel they always work
They even had shit when the Cubans were hurt
My nigga hit back he ain't got no coke
He said the coast guard just knocked off the boat
He said them Fed's in Texas they out of control
Knocking off major bricks with the border patrol
A nigga couldn't rap long 'cause the phones they be wired up
I be goddamned the whole East coast dried up
A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base
Ridin' 'round with the block Fed in the brief case
Surviving in the drought where it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no dough
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no food
So tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do?
Surviving in the drought where it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no dough
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no food
So tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do?
In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grill
Slang him a Asprin or a vitamin pill
In the drought niggaz panic when that money stop
Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks
Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop
Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock
Watcha a nigga get hot, now he wanna hit pop
He wanna brain wrestle he don't know I got my shit cocked
'Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tack
Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back
A player fucked up till that drought go down
A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come 'round
I'm stuck a player fucked up now I'm finna come back up
It's back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded
The base heads happy and my workers show love it
My dog hit the lick about two hundred birds
Off a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nerves
Now Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is calling
I'm back to slanging whole chickens popping cases and balling
I got to put the team on so I'm looking them up
RJ he the chef, he be cooking them up, hookin' them up
While I'm whipping 'em, flipping breaking 'em down
With the straight razor chipping 'em
We got 'em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball
Jumping for that how high this year gone cost y'all
Since we the only niggaz wit it
It's the lick of a life time
Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line
This time I'm gone sit on me 'bout ten
'Cause you never know when that drought coming again
Surviving in the drought, surviving in the drought
Surviving in the drought where it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no dough
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no food
So tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do?
Surviving in the drought where it ain't no blow
It ain't no piece, yo it ain't no dough
It ain't no bricks, no chips, no food
Uh huh
Yeah
Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it
After this one you gon need a root canal then
I love sugar all of it
This one for all the clean, decent women
Lay it on me girl
Pay Close Attention
She put that sugar on my tongue
Shes gonna
Gimme gimme some
She put it right there on my tongue (Sweet Sweet)
Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other)
And gimme some of your butter pecan
Put it right there on tip of my tongue, hold it
Right jeeeah
Cuz baby, if I bite you
I bet you like it
French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me
With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream
The best things are the wet dreams
And uh, the rest is just a flick without a sex scene
Or lee, I speak the truth
Cuz the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches
When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin'
Southern boys we crave for old slice of pie after they main course
So if you game for it
I came for it
I got a thing for ya
That I can't ignore
She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue
Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum
Goodie goodie gum drop
Put me in a tongue lock
Did it till my body went numb, numb
Laid her on her back, back
Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack
She's a woman from the block with the best of weave
But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks
It was lust at first sight
And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me
And my size was just right
Cuz she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity
Said I been around the world twice
And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly
Said she wanted it all night
So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris and me
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeeeah Yeeeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
He's lickin' his lips like I'm somethin' sweet
Lookin at me like Im something to eat
I got pimps givin me the money
Just to taste my jar of honey
Cotton candy sweet as gold
Come and lick my tootsie roll
My sugar baby once you wet it
Give high blood pressure like a diabetic
How about having lil kim with your coffee
I just cant keep these boys off me
Pink diamonds dudes love to frost me
Runnin behind me like im mr. softy
He said I drive 'em crazy
That’s sweet tooth for you baby
Just gonna look at 'cha lady
Lil Kim's eye candy baby
Sweetie you look so incredible
So delicious and so damn edible
All I need is some honey or syrup
With a lil' butter to rub down all your curves
And no need for the lemonade
Just a twist of lime and some grape Kool-Aid
Can I call you Caramel?
Cuz I'm bout to go coo-coo to taste your Coco Puffs
One bowl ought to fill me up
But that milk gotta be cold enough
So supper time that'll hold me up
I might choke myself if I don't slow it up, but
Honey, you look like a honeydew melon
Or strawberry with the whipped cream filling
Of the top part of the peach cobbler
?Hello?
?Girl what's wrong calm down?
?Tell me what's wrong, slow down, slow down, slow down, calm down?
?Slow down, slow down?
?Girl, he didn't call me, he won't call me?
?Who won't call you, who won't call you, slow down, slow down?
?Trick, yeah, I keep callin' him?
?You fuck Trick?
?Yeah?
?I told you not to fuck that nigga?
?Why he won't call me??
?He got dat double dose sista don't do dat?
?Girl, I'm Fienin' for it, girl?
?Thas wat I'm tryna tell you, you got me, I took a year to get ova mine?
?'Cuz, it waz so long, it waz so long?
?Ooh?
?Yeah, I know?
?It waz so long?
?I know girl, I know guess, what I'ma call him right now for you?
?Ok tell him tell him to call me, okay?
?I'ma call him right now I'ma call him right now, don't worry 'bout a thang?
?I gotchu?
Whoop, huh? What that bitch got all that ass for?
Man, pull that hoe over, that bitch gotta get a ticket
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Dumps in the truck, thighs like what?
Ain't none, hoe got more booty in the butt
Sisqo made that song when he seen me in a
Thong, th-thong, thong, thong
I know you like the way the booty go like a pro
Slip him off the bed, throw him on the floor
Turn on the cameras, start the freak show
This ass even make Black Rob say, "Whoa!"
I got a fat ass playa, nigga can't pass up
Juvenile couldn't even back this ass up
Bone, don't you know lil' mama fully loaded
I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it
You wanna fuck? Twenty G's for the nut
Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck
What? Y'all know what's up
Ain't none hoe, got more booty in the trunk
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Who got more ass than the average bitch?
You know it's the baddest bitch
Number ten in the face, slim in the waist
Fat in the ass, do you want a taste?
Pop to the bass, I'ma make ya drop
(Whoop, whoop)
Trina fixing ta make ya hot
Uh, me and the girls hit the club and clown
Going back to the old school, Dodo Brown
M I A M I, baby
'Slip-N-Slide' and I'm going crazy
'Cause my shit firm and tight, just right
And if the price is right, I just might
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Off glass with it, fat ass with it
Getting cash with it, I throw my back in it, yeah
And I'ma shake what my mama gave me
Lil' mama don't play, so you gotta pay me
I'm da baddest bitch, you got to admit that
69 ways? You know I went that
And I'ma shake my money maker
I'ma shake this thing like a salt shaker
'Cause ain't nothing wrong with the bump and grind
When I do this thing up, jump behind
(Whoop, whoop)
Ride like a choo-choo train
(Whoop, whoop)
Lil' mama fixing ta do this thing
(Whoop, whoop)
Front, back, side to side
(Whoop, whoop)
That's how ya 'Slip-N-Slide'
What's up, lil' daddy? Trick a fat sack
Representing for my girls with the fat back
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Hey cue that shit that the verse mixed up
(See what I'm sayin)
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
See,
See marijuana got me copin wit my problems
And hennessy got me hopin I could solve em
My baby mama ull of drama
Tryin to scar me
But unlike my old sorry ass father I tried harder
My baby raised to hate her daddy
Her mammy playa hate and wishin that she had me
She hate to see me on tha street
And still on my feet
Betta yet this bitch wish them crackers had me
See everybody wantsa hustle
But dont nobody wanna suffer
Nobody wantsta die cuz they all bustas
And suckaz
Aint never gon have nothin
Cuz they be frontin
Gotta sacrifice
Three time for every dime they be wantin
And believe me
Being a thug it aint that easy
I once was a fool but see they had to free me
I'm undercover man
But still they aint respectin me
Tryin to get the best of me constantly stressin me
We gotta hold on (hold on)
See you must be strong (so strong)
Against thug happiness (gotsta hold on)
You can go wrong (i been trapped for so long)
For my homies in the hood (gotsta hold on)
What will you do (i been trapped or so long)
Which life will you choose (gotsta hold on)
(I been trapped for so long)
See big daddy gave her diamond rings
He introduced her to the finer things
Looked out started buyin her things
Minor things for the small change
And had her off the chain
And it's a awful thang
She aint even cost a thang
Even though I'm thugged out
She loved how
I did wrong for so long
And still got by
See thug money got blood on it
Plus it leave residue
Boy I'm tellin you
I put mo bread on it
I lost a homie in the stuggle right
And just the other night
Somebody tried to take my dogs life
Atempted homicide
They outside and aint gon let em ride
Dont wanna talk
And aint gon let em slide
They want war instead
They want more for dead
Rather die open fire or do life for their's
Take a life instead
Kill his wife in bed
Ten times to tha head
what tha shooter said?
I thinkin bout whaen i was younger
I had to hustle in the summer
No time for cryin had to help my mama
Any time and any weather
Whatever's clever
And hardly ever never
Had to step and get my shit together
I left my homies in tha pen and reason being
See every man got his own sin
But I'm a always remember yall
Cuz after all yall still my dogs
And when ya jump we can still ball
My nigga Ronnie, Lil Willie and Fat Fred
Big Black, My dog Sparky and Lil Ed
It be times like this
I sit around like this
Cryin bout this
Thinkin why my clicque
Gotta go and die like this
No duckin
No fearin nothin
Hearin nothin stayin rich but buggin
We call that thuggin
But dont be thuggin for nothin own somethin
Do or ya kids and ya mama
Save the drama
Young nigga hold on
Na it aint no time or no suicidal shit nigga
While you still thinkin you a thug
You might as well go head and suffer
Cuz that's what we doin
That's what it's about
Sexy, sexy
Hey sexy
Hey sexy
You're so sexy
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(Why's that?)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Alright)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(What you sayin'?)
So why play wit it? Let a real man hit it
I like 'em tall dark, skin, thick and fine ass
Nice around, pants size 7, 8 or 9
And when she walk, she walk like she on the run way
And the paparazzi taken pictures of that booty
And when them flashes go to flashin' she go to shaking that ass
Faster and faster, big ol' ass just clapping
And when they put her song on it's like 'Girls gone Wild'
'Cause she the headliner and the girl poor and proud
But if they break it down she'll slow it down
And look back at it dat's if she's a real vet wit it
But she gotta have hips wit it
And know that one flat ass can make a whole clique look bad
To all you li'l booty bitches eat ya biscuits
Get thicker bitches, I know some niggas wanna fuck wit cha
But it's plain and simple they like 'em thicker
A lil' bit bigger like to tussle wit 'em 'fore they hit' em
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(Why's that?)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Alright)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(What you sayin'?)
So why play wit it? Let a real man hit it
What's down wit cha, mama, I'm just hollering what it do
Go put yo clothes on 'cause ya comin' wit my crew
Oh, you a big girl, I just love when them thighs loose
No time to fuck around it's goin' down in my room
A whole thang of ice 5th of brown and a thang of goose
Man, call trick and tell them niggas to bring the juice
And a couple more boxes of rubbers 'cause she the truth
I'm sayin' she a bad ass bitch and she'll prove it
Ass and some fat ass titties, yeah, they juicy
Dancin' just like one of them bitches that make movies
Bust my nut quick she was ready to take boosie
She bent over and told him she want it in her booty
Big fine work it right on time wit the music
Make a nigga spend his last dime on that coochie
A you know how she do it Chanel, Prada or Gucci
Super fire rough bitch make a nigga nut quick shit
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(Why's that?)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Alright)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(What you sayin'?)
So why play wit it? Let a real man hit it
She gotta tattoo of a kitten by her cat
And a pair of paws runnin' down the side of her draws
She from the tri-state dawg and she done tried it all
She so fine you mash rewind and nigga press pause
But let a play be a playa bout' it
Shackle handcuff her da sucker, hell give that girl some love
But not you ya like it when her booty do
She like it too and likes what it do to you
She playin' her mind games, flirtin' wit you havin' conversations
While she playin' wit her tongue ring
She lookin' mean in the low cut fitted jeans
The finest thing you ever seen wearin' a belly chain
Plus her man, he gettin' a lil' change doin' illegal things
And she expect for you to buy her things
They say money can't buy you love
And it's funny 'cause money damn sho' can buy you her
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(Why's that?)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Alright)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(What you sayin'?)
Now first off all ya'll ho's should know a nigga don't work fa' ya'll
My dogs don't give a fuck and we'll fuck you sluts on coconal
Bitch it ain't no need fo' no skeezy ho, cause bitch I feed 'cha ho
Young greasy ho, you sleezy ho, put a nigga don't need 'cha ho
Believe me ho, bitch you don't know nann nigga like me
How you gone play a nigga like me
Straighten that thug nigga like me
And I know I shouldn't say this,
but just take the dick and I slang this dick for days (ho)
Try to explain this shit away
I'm 24/7 like Triple A, so shut up
You walkin' like a ho, you talkin' like a ho
You dressin' like a ho, actin' messy like a ho
But bitch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
So bitch you stand like a ho, make yo' plans like a ho
Wear yo' pants like a ho, she gone get mad like a ho
But bitch you lied to me, huh, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
Now that's a shame,
you done fell in love with another nigga in the game
You done tried to colt
And done flip the damn thing just to have his last name
Fucking with the last pimp
And he tellin' you the same shit he said last year
Same cheap shoes, same hair do's, and you still getting yo ass
You one of the slow ho's, and you got top of the line slow head
Like for the dick to be locked, cocked and shot all over yo' forehead
You a po' rat, and yo' pussy fat so show that (ho)
See every nasty bitch, love nasty shit and you know that (so ho)
Getting you pussy eat while ya' masturbate
that's a thing of the past
Doing bad, and you looking bad, so bitch don't even ask
Hoe shut up
Nigga who the fuck you calling a ho
I ain't no motherfucking ho
What up, what up, should a surprised me
You walkin' like a ho, you talkin' like a ho
You dressin' like a ho, actin' messy like a ho
But bitch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
So bitch you stand like a ho, make yo' plans like a ho
Wear yo' pants like a ho, she gone get mad like a ho
But bitch you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
Ain't no dick for free, ain't shit for free
Cause you don't do shit for me
And if you wanna stay with me you gotta break me off
and play with that click for me, or suck this dick for me
Get on top and do a split for me
Cum all over my shit for me, and make a spit for me bitch
See I don't need 'cha, I don't see ya'
And I really wouldn't wanna be ya'
You done tried me and done lied to me
So it's hard for me to believe ya'
And I don't need 'cha, calling me,
Talking 'bout come go to the mall with me
And I hate the shit you be starting see
Young silly bitch stop following me
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here
I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way
That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy
It ain't gone kill you nigga
Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop
I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin'
I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),
smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')
I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
This time I had to get physical,
so I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL)
He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow
Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo'
I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho
Got damn it, I'm BLOWED
Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road
Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled
I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up
Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up
Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze
But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways
Done smoked up so many j's
Been high for so many days
So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay
I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),
smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')
I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
I be puffing like a choo-choo train
Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team
I got the urge for light green,
the same way a fiend crave for ice cream
Smoke that, what track that, shit we ain't rollin' to be looking at
So much smoke becoming out the window
bitches in the next car saying daddy what that
We be smoking on the green,
give me fifty dollar ??? I be coming in the hood
But you ain't got to worry 'bout catching no motherfucking headache
under stress I be smoking on the good shit
No matter where I'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing
Hold ya breathe if you can't take it,
Cause if ya with me and I got motherfucker I'm lightin'
Not trying to say I'm no hype,
but after killing 'gars then I know I be tight
And I been smoking all motherfucking day
And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night
That's why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much
and I can't remember shit
You lookin' real good baby, yes you is
I just want you to know I had a wonderful time this evening
But unfortunately I guess this part of the story
Well, we tell each other goodnight, nah how about this
How about I break all the rules and tell you what I really been thinkin'
Girl you got the big ol' ass and bow legs and fine hair
And all the shit that I want, sexy motherfucker
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight
My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight
See good pussy will bring the freak out ya
But if you eat it and don't get cheated the first off I beat the breaks off her
No sense in half-steppin', get serious
Get the titties suckin' like clit rubbin' and ass grabbin'
I eat that pussy ass backwards
A few strokes with this long warm tongue should make that pussy cum
So much for round one, I spend a whole round two and back again
Stick in move, stick in move
Girl you got the big ol' ass and bow legs and fine hair
And all the shit that I want, sexy motherfucker
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight
My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight
I need a real man, I'm sick of playin' with lil' boys
I'm tryin' to explore more like hot oils and sex toys
I can't keep fakin', man, I'm so backed up and I can't eat, I can't sleep
My knee's weak makin' and they keep shakin'
I need a real nigga to come save me, one who pamper me
And bathe me and make me wanna swallow his baby
Talk thug shit while he fuck me crazy
From the back or in the butt I'm like fuck me baby, fuck me baby
Girl you got the big ol' ass and bow legs and fine hair
And all the shit that I want, sexy motherfucker
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight
My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight
All that matters is I can get you wet again
Suck you, fuck you better than any other nigga can
I specialize in multi orgasms
Gettin' rid of back spasms and do it all without Viagra
I'll fuck you all night, make you sleep all day
Treat you to breakfast then eat you for breakfast
I know baby I'm so unselfish
But you're lovin' it besides I'm a freak so I can't help it
All I need is old slow songs
One cold shot of patron, see you walk around me in a thong
And it'll be over before the chorus come back on
You'll be leavin' and I'll be ab libin' and we'll be singin' our damn song
Just like the first time we made each other cum
We'll be suckin' and fuckin' each other and taste each other cum
No soul alive can erase what we done
And all our horny sticky memories is stuck to me permanently
Girl you got the big ol' ass and bow legs and fine hair
And all the shit that I want, sexy motherfucker
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight
My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight, yeah
Damn dawg you got cha a donk huh?
Yeah boy, I'm trying ta, knock these niggas off out here boy
Put my shit in the game
Cause its some niggas out here
riding round out here with some crazy shit
I don't know what these niggas be thinking bout when they be putting they shit in the shop
Yeah
Yeah boy I'ma knock they dick down this time
Like ya boy shit
That nigga shit ugly dawg
That niggas shit look crazy man
Who?, Who shit u talking bout?
Yeah boy, ya boy Trick man,
Man that shit, nigga shit ugly dawg
Yeah
Oh! dang, there go ya boy right there boy
Yeah, yeah
What's happening dawg?
Yeah my nigga Trick
I was just telling ya boy I gotta get my shit just like yours boy
What, what that is a candy on there man
Hold up my nigga, you just said the nigga shit was ugly dawg
Naw man, naw, naw, I was talking bout somebody else man
What's happening?
You just said the man shit was ugly
Now you switching dawg
Yo, wuz up (wuz up)
You pussy niggas shut the fuck up (shut up)
Put it up, cut it out
If the dash board ain't oaked out
Hey, yo, young chump
Why you got them lil' ass amps in ya trunk
That's why ya shit don't thump thump
I'll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy
You know nobody ain't gone (fuck) you like you need baby
Let's slip and slide together and go get this cheese baby
Hold me close and always be yo' thug for life
Keep it tight and always be yo' thug for life
Speak the truth and always be yo' thug for life
Break the bread and always be yo' thug for life
No, no, can't nobody get deep in the stomach like I do
And on top of that get 'cha high to
A nigga know that you liable
Jumping out a chevy on sky blue
Lot a nigga try to
Getting ready to kick it for me
To picky for me
Nigga's to sticky for me, stickin' with me
You got some nerve, you must think you pot superb
Nigga first tried to hide it, you shot the bird
K-Dog without a mouth full of filthy shit
Mouthing off nigga you would have been killed me bitch
Don't do shit but want a hundred dollar hair do
Come here, something I wanna tell you, what
Don't, don't I have a heavy levi that a slide in dunk,
never find in the trunk
Where the weed at in the spot with the lump
I can't help but want to rub on them thighs and the hump
Shot her down in the zone, my love got 'cha high and it's on
I want leave ya' down alone or crying on the phone
Cause if ya' fed up then grab the chrome
Burning ya' home
I can't take it no mo' tell me what turns you on
Quick to yo' home, (???) (???) baby hold me tight
I'll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy
You know nobody ain't gone (fuck) you like you need baby
Let's slip and slide together and go get this cheese baby
Hold me close and always be yo' thug for life
Keep it tight and always be yo' thug for life
Speak the truth and always be yo' thug for life
Break the bread and always be yo' thug for life
Really will ya' roll with a thug
A young nigga in a big car, with a big gun,
ridin' round sittin' on dubs
Smoking on a fat blunt, baby was up
I heard you was lost in love and I don't see ya' much
But I know you done lost ya' touch
Ever need a paper stake
Ever wanna get away just call me up
Yeah, hit me on my 984-4040
Yeap, you know the rest
You know right where to go,
right where to come when you want the best
And I'm on this thug shit
Making money and drug shit
And I ain't with that bullshit
Cause got damn it I love this
You and me baby can get a little close and stop before your heat baby
Let me drop dem' draws and give you some of this weed baby
I really love the way you touch and suck on me baby
And the way you look when you run up in that 380
But do them haters they acting real shady
Broke or rich you still gone be with me baby
Break a nigga off bread when I need some cheese baby
Tell them niggaz I'm gone be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy
You know nobody ain't gone (fuck) you like you need baby
Let's slip and slide together and go get this cheese baby
Hold me close and always be yo' thug for life
Keep it tight and always be yo' thug for life
Speak the truth and always be yo' thug for life
You gon save that?
Na na na na naaaaaa
Na na na na naaaaaa
Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)
I wanna buy me a benz but I'm fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now
I'm taking care of mama now
My lil dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
I got you bobbin to this real shit
So reason why a nigga kill shit
That's how it is, shit
See papa was a rolling stone
He left mama alone
She raised us on her own
Them bitches curious
Why I'm soo motherfucking serious
Hard times got me pumped up and furious
I want y'all to free all my dawgs
Before I get my gun and start killing your halls
Call me the butcherman
I take my beef straight to the man
I put it so only thug niggas understand
Keep bitches out your game get paid
Just remember and respect what the old girl said
I got some niggas on the other side
One day I got to take a ride
And let them know I still represent the Southside
No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's
I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
Big ends steering wheel made of wood
I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga
I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
Who gon die next
Who mama gon cry next
Who sister giving away the slack pus
That's how we living though
Dead and gone before he twenty-four
Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
As I continue with this thug shit
With all this blood and shit
But all us thug niggas love this
For the love of greed and riches
But money don't need no bitches
So I'm killing all snitches
I'm doing this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir
If I was a hundred dollar bill
I'd make you niggas kill for me
Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me
Just to pay a bitch bills with me
I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking
A bitch better fuck for pregnent nuts
You see it be them same niggas
'Cause coochie ass lame niggas
(Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
Now picture me as a killa (killa)
Young crack dope deala (dope deala)
I'm doing this one for my niggas
Who ride for this
Who even lost they life for this
And them niggas who survivin this
They don't live that long
Male voice: A yo who you bout to call?
Keke: I'm bout to call Trick.
Male voice: Fo what?
Keke: Just to call him to see what he doin
Male voice: Bitch
(The phone rings)
Voice Mail: Your call has been properly delivered, but the party you just reached does not answer, unless your calling about getting that paper, smacking them chips, or getting your muther- fuckin hussel on.
If its non of the above please hang up and don't try again.
Keke: What the fuck!
Voice Mail: Bitch you heard me.
Please hang up and don't try again.
Keke: Fuck you Bitch!
Voice Mail: No, fuck you.
Keke: Man how the fuck is u arguing with me u aint real.
Voice Mail: Realer than you bitch.
Please, do not call Trick Daddy's phone. Hang up and don't try again.
Keke: Fuckin Hoe!
Voice Mail: Your mammy
Keke: Yo mammy
Voice Mail: Bitch yours.
Keke: Yo mammy
Voice Mail: your granny-granny grand mammy.
Keke: How the fuck is this bitch talkin to me she aint real!
Voice Mail: You're that bitch Keke aren't you?
Keke: Hell yeah, that's my name don't wear it out.
Voice Mail: Bitch you are more than worn out. Goodbye
("Get down!") Yessuh, (uh huh uh huh uh huh..)
Slip-N-Slide Records
Uhh, fin' to take it to da house
Just get on up and ("Get down!")
Callin my peoples all across the world
This song goes out to all the boys and girls
You want them thugs to come and turn yo' party out
You better take it to da house, (c'mon) now (uh uh uh)
(uh.. yessuh!)
Slip-N-Slide get loose
Mo' punch than your bowl of juice
And ain't nobody mo' jiggier then us
Stuff so ruff it causes head rush like what?
Give it to me bring it here
Don't stop girl shake it here shake it there
Let Money Mark get off in yo' derriere
We off da chain fo' the whole year
So if you look with a big ol' butt
live in yo' own crib and make yo own bucks (yessuh!)
Hit me up, Tre+ dot com
and tell me where you from, uhh..
Smoked out, choked out, we get
off da chain like we just broke out
You don't know bout me J. Dot
When I come though all the haters get hot
Cause I got mo' hoes, mo' dank
Mo' cheese in da bank, mo' rank
My dawgs on dubs, yours ain't
My dawgs do whatever, yours cain't
Cause we them niggaz that's gon' make you
get up out yo seat and ("Get down!")
We don't play we - take it to da house
M.I.A. - take it to da house
This the way we - take it to da house
Take it to da house - take it to da house
Three-oh-five - take it to da house
Boy we got dat fire - take it to da house
Slip-N-Slide - take it to da house
Take it to da house - take it to da house
Okay play with it yo ain't no stoppin it
S-N-S and we rock rock rockin it
We gon' lock it and do our thang
Cause my dream team takin all the rings
I got, Tre+ who beatin much guts
and uhh, Deuce Pop' pimpin news non-stop an'
Lost Tribe to my side just vibin
And J.B. gon' ball with me
T double D, he off in that 'Xcursion
Swervin all on the curve with a virgin
And I'm Trina, you heard my name
I'm still "Da Baddest" ain't a damn thang changed
Now it's time to get down with yo boy C.O.
It's me n Money Mark in the big freak show
Niggaz recognize, hoes do too
When I creep through the room with the Slip-N-Slide crew
Gimme room cause I'm buckwild man
I'll get'cha krunk, get'cha loose in the sand
Tre+ and we're runnin it still
Funk Boogie, spin the wheel!
Well order two mo' bottles of Crissy Cris'
and get drunk pissy while you listen to this
All you rookie-ass niggaz don't try the shit
Some busta-ass niggaz can't buy a hit
Gimme a break, and a beat I can vibe with
A Nik Kwest(?) video and a fine bitch
'Bout fifty-five spins and a mic check
and you'll play my shit
I never had sex that costed
I fuck so much I'm exhausted
And this new shit I'm flossin
I got that cause I ran with the Dolphins, huh
Slip-N-Slide's fin' ta take it to da house
New hot shit, fo' you to ride out
And for the niggaz that tried there's nuttin left
Yo' hoe must think we somethin else
Fuck fame, we out to get paid
Born and raised in the County of Dade
Uh huh
Yeah
Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it
After this one you gon need a root canal then
I love sugar all of it
This one for all the clean, decent women
Lay it on me girl
Pay Close Attention
She put that sugar on my tongue
Shes gonna
Gimme gimme some
She put it right there on my tongue (Sweet Sweet, Lover Lover)
Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other)
And gimme some of your butter pecan
Put it right there on tip of my tongue, hold it
Right jeeeah
Cuz baby, if I bite you
I bet you like it
French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me
With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream
The best things are the wet dreams
And uh, the rest is just a flick without a sex scene
Orally, I speak the truth
Cuz the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches
When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin'
Southern boys we crave for old slice of pie after they main course
So if you game for it
I came for it
I got a thing for ya
That I can't ignore
She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue
Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum
Goodie goodie gum drop
Put me in a tongue lock
Did it till my body went numb, numb
Laid her on her back, back
Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack
She's a woman from the block with the best of weave
But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks
It was lust at first sight
And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me
And my size was just right
Cuz she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity
Said I been around the world twice
And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly
Said she wanted it all night
So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris and me
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeeeah Yeeeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Sweetie you look so incredible
So delicious and so damn edible
All I need is some honey or syrup
With a lil' butter to rub down all your curves
And no need for the lemonade
Just a twist of lime and some grape Kool-Aid
Can I call you Caramel?
Cuz I'm bout to go coo-coo to taste your Coco Puffs
One bowl ought to fill me up
But that milk gotta be cold enough
So supper time that'll hold me up
I might choke myself if I don't slow it up, but
Honey, you look like a honeydew melon
Or strawberry with the whipped cream filling
Of the top part of the peach cobbler
Hello
(Hello um.. is Tony home)
No Tony ain't here baby
he not here
(Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message)
Yeah what u want me to tell him sugar
(I want u to tell Tony)
Uh huh
(That he got me pregnant)
He got u what
(U heard what I said)
Aye what u mean he got u pregnant, who this is
(This KeKe, he know who this is, yo' grandson nutted in me)
Nutted in u (thats right)
My grandson ain't nut in nobody (yes he did)
He aint got no churrun (I bet u he did)
U round here callin people house (I bet u he nutted in me)
Talkin bout' u probably, it's probably somebody else(He nutted in me, u don't know what u talkin
bout)
Probably 3,4,5 I don't know how many niggas u gone talk about done nutted in u (he the only person
I been wit)
God knows callin my house ol' foot shovo' ol' (Tony did nut in me, he nutted in me)
(I was on top of him and I aint even get off of him)
Well u should of got off of him o.ol' crazy heiffer
(No cuz I loves him u.u crazy)
U got Im serious u got Tony twisted
(He got me twisted, I bet u I bet u he the daddy)
U got him messed up and I'm telling u probably had a bunch of men running the train on u what they
call that ol' manaze mawazy ol'whatever it is
(Whateva, nobody don't run no train on me)
I bet ya, ol' ol ragady ass hoe (is u jealous, is u jealous, u ragady)
Ragady as a mutha fucker
Ragady as uh huh (Ol' hater, ol' hater)
No I ain't hatin on nobody (yes u is)
I bet u back in my day (what) I used to have em' goin crazy
(How u had em')I'm better than u (no u ain't)
My pussy badder than ur's
(Well tell me how)
U-N-C-L-E fuck you, Uncle Fucka....Do right!
Hey, hey
Slip-n-slide, nigga...
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Everybody wanna be the big boy
Sling king with the biggest names in the game
In the wood grains big grins big chains
big things on the big mane
Motherfuckers done lost they brain
This shit ain't fun, the bullshit ain't done
Gonna have to get the gun now, gotta learn how to run now
Cuz you the one now
That they be talking bout when they hanging out
Trying to play ya how to drain you out
Two shots rang you out, tried to slide in the game, you out
Think it's the game about, sheit
Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day
They probably been in the grave or ?? from the heat of the cage
Them niggas is dead
Did I approve for you to talk to me?
Motherfuckers like you, hell, I preach it to 'em
First hand I teach 'em no psychic, bitch, hell I reach it to 'em
No bus no fuss dogg, no sucks in the Lex, dogg
Don't see no checks dogg, and stop beggin when it's wet, dogg
But you could bet dogg
That you don't know no hoe that'll hide the work
Two clips inside the purse, fuck me I'ma ride you first
fuck hard till the condom bursts, but umm...
I need my ???? Lee tight figero
White gold with the X and O's
You putas betta know Trina is a betta hoe
Oh you don't know?
Y'all betta quit fucking with me, I ain't got too much to lose
I got a lot to prove, so fuck motherfuckers and hoes
Gotta get the dough, save it up till I pay my dues
And break the rules, Motherfuckers that is trying to hold me down
Think you can hold me down
Hoes didn't know me, bet they ass know me now
Since I'm in Dolby now
Bitches, I play with 'em and hoes, I lay with 'em
And women, I just kiss 'em while unzipping they denims
And run up in 'em
These bitches they all the same
These bitches they all for change
These bitches got game
If it ain't 'bout bread, save that
Broke bitches wanna know why I say that
If the going price is right and not too high
Goddammit, I'll pay that
I want two or three or four of 'em
So um, I could get my nigga to throw 'em
See my hoes horny get my flow on
With dough you can't go wrong
I roll with killas, niggas that count the dough and know
Never to trust a hoe, thug niggas
That'll shoot yo ass, excecute yo ass
My overtime niggas be grabbin it
My doggs on the bow ain't having it
Plus down south niggas got AK's
?Hello?
?Girl what's wrong calm down?
?Tell me what's wrong, slow down, slow down, slow down, calm down?
?Slow down, slow down?
?Girl, he didn't call me, he won't call me?
?Who won't call you, who won't call you, slow down, slow down?
?Trick, yeah, I keep callin' him?
?You fuck Trick?
?Yeah?
?I told you not to fuck that nigga?
?Why he won't call me??
?He got dat double dose sista don't do dat?
?Girl, I'm Fienin' for it, girl?
?Thas wat I'm tryna tell you, you got me, I took a year to get ova mine?
?'Cuz, it waz so long, it waz so long?
?Ooh?
?Yeah, I know?
?It waz so long?
?I know girl, I know guess, what I'ma call him right now for you?
?Ok tell him tell him to call me, okay?
?I'ma call him right now I'ma call him right now, don't worry 'bout a thang?
?I gotchu?
Don't be scared, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Where you from, huh nigger?
Where you from?
Don't be scared, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Who you know put Chevy's like this?
Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this
Dade County gone ride
Across the world we gone buy 'em
Booty red wit the Louie top
And the rims keep spinnin' even when I stop
Murder one, I'm killin' 'em
Got everybody watchin' but who gone stop me?
The vert game sowed up
Somebody tried some mo shit 'bout some ole shit
T Double done switched the game
Got niggaz slowin' down switchin' lanes
Chevy boys, we like it fast
So I drop at the low, heavy on the gas
Before you know it
He was haulin' ass
'Bout 145 on the digital dash
Dade County, gone ride
Wherever you from, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Wherever you from, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Now how you do a Chevy like that?
Had the car 3 years, ain't paint the bitch yet?
Get off ya ass and get paid
If ya ain't 'bout money you ain't from Dade
See this is strictly for the thugs
This the shit that'll get ya fucked up
A little nigga wit a big ole car and a big ole bank
Shit, if it stank we don't dance
And I don't fuck wit the krippy green
I'm strictly stuck [Incomprehensible] on the brown team
So ask dread for the hot bread
If it's chocolate sticky send that shit my way
Worm, tell Will to send the dust
Get the ball wit no cut y'all catch me in the cut
This is strictly for the thugs
Dade County dub ride
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city
Dade County, Dade County
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city
Question, who the boy wit the itty bitty rims?
Fuck it, I don't care 'cuz I don't even see 'em
Dub ride, don't y'all forget it
If they got a problem wit it, tell 'em I said it
I got connection wit the candy store
I'm lookin' for the wetter look than I'm payin' 'em for
Bet make that candy green
And it better be the wetter shit they ever seen
You know, I had to put shoes on her
So I put the 22's on her way to, Daytona
Magic City, donk back to back
Haulin' ass got there in two and a half
What's a man without a Chevrolet?
That's like ridin' in a donk in the trunk without funk in it
In Dade County, nigga that shit won't get it
Dumb nigga, you gotta put funk in it
Homeboy what's wrong wit cha?
Ridin' up to a nigga wit a Power Ranger engine
Now we gone race donk for donk
But if ya lose, Micky you got to ride in the trunk
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city
Dade County, where we from
Dade County, don't be scared to represent it
I ain't really here to play no games girl
You already know my name yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang yeah
B-ba-da-da-da-da
You see the part of making busta ass niggas you been fucking with
Always busting shit, but never talking shit
Any of us tell you don't think that a playa did it
And made you wear the life is more than a hell didn't it
Boy I tell you, and that's the deal with them real niggas
And stay far away from fuck niggas
Don't be a sucka at least not for nothing are you
Sucking and fucking, a bitch better have something
I need something that's compatible
Not nothing young and dumb and full of cum but wanna letable
I better, nigga like T Double, get it wetter
Suck her fuck her better than the average nigga
I need a girl that's into trying thangs
So I can put her into my frame, and land in the mind game
I know she's a mama girl and I'm a street nigga
Once we get together, I bet you she'll sleep better
Baby girl it's better to keep it thugged out
Ain't nothing like it when you, scratching and biting only gets me excited
She like, T Double why you fucking with me
I done came three times and you still sucking on the first titty
I'm like girl you better work it better
Like the full moon in June but pretty soon I'll be hurting it
Now turn around, let me calm you down
We go up and down, real niggas puts it down
I'm getting aquainted with the clitoris
I keep my hands to my sides, while I slowly spread the lips
I eats it up, 'fore I beats it up
The first quarter slow motion, second half, speed it up
Plus she already owe me one, she like
Nevermind, but this time we 69ing
I need my dick sucked C.O.D.
This is T Double D I get my dick sucked O.D.P.
Being that I'm missing you, been having fantasies of kissing you
I get the picture, I piss you but what I'm suppose to do
Or could it be that I'm falling in love
Or a possibility I'm way too far for a thug
I'll never tease you, I'm here to please you
And baby girl believe it, girl I'll never leave you
I'll be your freaky deaky lover man
Making love forever trying all the god damn numbers
When we, rubbing and touching eachother
Oh my god it's getting hard and you getting wetter and wetter
It's getting better and better, wish it could last forever
What I gotta ball?
Just to get all up in them draws
And get the Benz with the 20' inch Lorenz's
And put TV's in it and all
Shit, cause these my dawgs and dem
Keep letting me know
You ain't ready for that
Don't hang in the hood no mo'
Guess you too heavy for that
Don't even go to school ho
Thinking everything is cool ho
I made up a name especially for you ho
A noodle
Look bad with the Prada bags
Take it in the mouth or the ass (mouth or the ass)
Only see the Benz's and the Jags
Anything less than that you gotta show her some cash
Cause every nigga with bread you probably done fucked 'em
And anybody in the game who doing they thing
Ho best believe you done sucked 'em
You let 'em bust you all in yo rectum
Getting bumps and major infections
C-sections
Ol' dumb ass bitch
And you still ain't learned you lesson
You a:
Noooodles
Noooodles
It's the same hoooooes
Noooodles
You ain't shit
And ya sister ain't shit
And ya mammy and shit
And you the same ho sitting on yo ass
Waiting on me like I'm yo WIC
Bitch please
You still waiting
I'm still hating
You still making me sick
I can't stand a lazy ass bitch
I make 'em say nooodle
Ol' foot dragging ass, nasty stinking ass bitch
Stop worrying about what I got and get yo own shit
Same hoes
All you good for is some head and a back massage
A lil' suck and fuck when I nut up, cut up, shut up, bitch get up
What up
Its bad for me on some nuttin ass hoes keep harassing me
On how I do
It don't pertain to you
So bitch stop asking me
Now pardon me on the words I used
See young ladies ought to be excused
And when u see one
Point that noodle out so my dawgs don't get confused
I'm talking bout:
Noooodles
Noooodles
It's the same hooooes
Hell no I don't wanna holla at no motherfuckin Trick
He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit
Hell no
I'm saying though
What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up
Hell no
I don't wanna holla at him
That's alright
Hold up bitch
Hold up bitch
Hold up hoe
Check it out
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
That'll represent like me
Who'll say some shit like me
One who'll lay the dick like me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who do the shit that I do
Run through yo whole lil' crew
Pay for it if I got to
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
That'll run off in yo house
Put the gun off in yo mouth
Blow yo motherfucking brains out
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who'll fall off in the club
Free drinks for the show some love
Take the bar home for the thugs
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who know mo' niggas than me
Who do mo' killings than me
And weigh mo' dope dealings than me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
You don't know nann nigga
That dress fresher than me
And you don't know nann nigga that wear mo' Polo shit than me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who do mo' freaky stuff
Eat the coochie wit the legs up
Then I blow it all in yo butt
And I don't know nann hoe uh-uh
Who liked the dick like you
Who'll bite the dick like you
On a dikey bitch like you
And I don't like a bitch like you
I'll fight a bitch like you
Ol' trifling bitch like you
Ain't no telling what you might do
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Uh-Uh-Uh
Hold up who the fuck this nigga think he is
I ain't ashamed of nothing I do
Hold up check this shit out
You don't know nann hoe uh-uh
Don' been the places I been
Who can spend the grands that I spend
Fuck bout 5 or 6 best friends
And you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That's off the chain like me
That'll floss the thang like me
On a awful thang like me
You don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That sell more ass than me
You know nann hoe
That'll make you come like me
Nigga you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That don' tried all types of shit
Who quick to deep throat the dick
And let another bitch straight lick the clit
Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That'll keep it wet like me
Make it come back to back like me
Lick a nigga nut sack like me
Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That'll ride the dick on the dime
Who love to fuck all the time
One who's pussy fatter than mine
Bitch you don't know nann hoe
Hold up baby hold up
What you said you'll do bitch
Nigga you heard what I motherfucking said
Well baby if you gon' be doin' all this
You need to be on my team
Cuz I'm the realest nigga you motherfucking know
Well if you want me you know how to find me
Taterhead got the number
Tater boy bet they help Tater boy
Ha ha ha hah
Bitch you know nann nigga
That keep it knocked like me
That keep it hot like me
One who'll chop the chops like me
Bitch you know nann nigga
Wit connections wit the mob
Money millions for stars
And the Lexus flexin hard
Bitch you know nanna nigga
Who representin they grill
In Miami is where I live
And this is how I pay my bills
I love livin here
It be straight thuggin livin here
And all my thug niggas here
We be ballin'up in here
Bitch you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga
No no bitch you know nann nigga
Oh you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga
Kane is in the building nigga
The daddy dollas, dollas
Get nasty, come on
Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig
Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Listen baby, I don't mean to stare
But I been hypnotized by your derriere
Ya sympathize if ya man's a square
Baby, I'm a player that really don't care
And on a scale from one to ten
You like eleven, twelve 'cause ya fine as hell
Ya bow legged, paratoned with it
Eatable titties and ya ass so pretty
No, no scars, no cuts do sit ups
And fuck enough so you don't need a tummy tuck
And you don't need silicon
Put a good bra on and show off ya own cunt whole
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
And I love what she do
When she do, what she do
What she did, what she did to me
'Cause when her boy come through
She go shakin' that ass
Like she really wanna give it to me
And that ass so nice and 'round
The whole club'll shut down if it touch the ground
And she know it 'cause she throw them cheeks
From the right to the left and right back to me
She a stone cold nympho
She a ghetto in all forms and make it look simple
And I know where ya get it from
You a country lil' girl that was raised in the city heart
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
With the flick of my tongue
I can make that pussy cum
Come on, put it right on the tip of my tongue
Right there on the tip of my tongue
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
At the flick of my tongue
I can make that pussy cum
Come on, put it right on the tip of my tongue
Right there on the tip of my tongue
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
She move like she a freshman
Old quiet girl that her mama done kept in
She make straight A's, her daddy's rich
She good in school but she love that dick
Voted most likely to succeed on Vala Victorian
And been explorin' for him
She don't need no sorority
She thinks sorority's borin' and rather have a orgy
And she in love with her body
So when she by herself, she like to touch herself
And she the type that'll eat a dick up off top
And won't stop till she sop up every drop
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
Who told you to put the lights on?
(feat. Lil Jon, Twista)
[Lil Jon:]
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!)
Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight,
(fuck em, fuck em, fuck em)
but its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga.
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon
[Hook:]
Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
I'm bout to fuck this thing up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
I'm bout to fuck this thing up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
[Trick Daddy:]
If you want some, come get some,
cuz where I'm from we tote big guns,
And everybody know somebody that
know somebody that know somethin bout it,
And I want answers now who, what, where,
when and why,
see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool
and all get all loud but that aint my style,
and he who he gonna get and what he gonna do,
run up on me if he want to,
Out there impressin his homies,
but he stood up in front of his mama,
I mop up the flo wit em,
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em,
I got fools that'll go get em,
That's for him, his crew and the dudes that run wit em.
[Hook]
[Twista:]
gotta spit for the murderas and the
killas and the thugstas,
that be fuckin up the ballas and
the dealas and the hustlas,
got me comin at you bokas in the
V.I. while they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya,
Its the psycho nigga twista from
Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga that'll crush ya,
We already been lookin for drama
if a nigga try to get it to then we still gotta get em,
Feelin fury from my tough shit that cant never be true
And the penicillin
I'm telling you Trick of in and still em
Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles,
in the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla,
Don't get it twisted with that
overnight celebrity you better be scared
of me in my city I'm a killa.
[Hook]
[Trick Daddy:]
I ain't that rappin type arright,
and I that actin type arright,
this sulphane in my script,
I'm a play on you and you just a square,
see, once that hennessy into
me the whole industry is my enemy,
If you aint no ten to me or friend to me,
bitch don't pretend to be,
I'm strictly for the thugs,
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood,
That moments ghetto (ghetto),
Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats,
I'm straight out the county of Dade,
played on fire nigga M-I-A,
never gone south of the border,
americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered.
[Hook 2x]
[Trick Daddy:]
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass (say what)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm having a supper with some lonely motherfucker
Some little boney motherfucker
You killed my homie motherfucker
So what a real nigga 'posed to do
Get ghost and kill every bitch close to you
And you probley gone kill me if I ain't careful
Probley gone damn near me if I ain't careful
Now you fucking with the wrong nigga
I'll follow you home nigga, ready to pull the motherfucking trigger
Cause I ain't fucking with nobody, owe nobody
Need nobody but my shottie
See all my ex-friends was ex-cons, most of them dead and gone
Therefore I'm ridding for 'em
I'm putting holes in you cocksucker
I'm closing shop on your block with this glock sucker
Won't be no serving on this corner
Won't be no hanging, swanging, swerving on this corner
I gives a fuck about your homie
You can play crazy if ya want to, but ya pussy when I get up on ya
But when these blades go to chopping, niggas gone be dropping
And vertebras going to be rocking
And I'm a..
I gives a fuck that you getting do
I gives a fuck bout your hoe, gives a fuck bout who she know
Ain't no joking in my game, don't get chained,
and slanged about my cocaine
I know some niggas, who want to smoke,
He want some hotter green and a quarter head for that coke
Won't be no jacking while I'm stacking
Won't be no slapping, no laughing, or no motherfucking macking
Just me and my workers in a circle,
And ain't nobody and hiding 'round cause if they is I got to hurt ya
And if it's worth it we'll dirt ya,
I know ya strapped so I'm wait for I search ya
I know ya scared, and you gonna get it, and I can feel yo ass
We gettin dollas
(dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas)
Yours Truly,I know ya'll been
waitin' for it
And it's about time,ain't it?
What I'm a need ya'll to do
cause I got what you want
I want all the bitches to report to the dance floor
Right Now
I need a bitch to make that ass ?
Make it clap,tune it up and shake it a lil' faster
One cheek at a time,left cheek,right cheek,do it all to da beat
It's easier on ya g-string, and you can free ball
Bitch and you ain't gotta wear drawers
How low can you go?
Look back at it , and make it jump like a jack rabbit
Take it down down to tha flo'
Shake ya booty break it down get low and low
work the flo' like a runway
now vogue wit it,point a nigga out and tell him come get it
boom boom skeet skeet goddamn
now grind on it,bitch bounce up and down on it
let him hit it from the back
put a arch in ya back and let him hit it like that
Now to the beat just jump on da dick
Don't eat,sucka suck on da clit
That's right just jump on da dick
all night sucka suck on da clit
just jump on da dick
sucka suck on da clit
just jump on da dick
sucka suck on da clit
just jump on da dick
sucka suck on da clit
Hush,Shut up don't say nothin
WhenI'm ridin in,slippin slidin in, and the more you in it the better it gets
and it's it to you how wet it get,and it's up to you how many ya get
My nigga you don't know who you fuckin wit
Who you suckin up,who you love to fuck
You see a bitch like me I neva stopI like to take it from the bike and ride on top
All night,all day I'll be on my way
When you call,if ya call all you to say
(Jump on the dick)
Bitch do yo thang
And imma get fucked up and suck ya up
So what you think about that,you wanna give it to me?
Then baby show me what you got and give it to me cuz..
I'm ma playa well know dick layer
Talk out a bitch out her pussy don't pay her
Hey(hey) what you say? Good pussy bitch slang it this way
You don't like niggas hold you gay
Keep ya mouth open bitch and turn this way
Lemme stick somethin it you in it you like
You can spit and slob but don't bite
You like when rap hits a mic, so spit a lil somethin that a nigga like
Turn ya ass ova and tho in bike,cuz dick and pussy they love to fight
If a notha pussy jump in it's on tonight
No child support bills,so swallow my kids ho
I don't know what this world's gonna bring
But I know one thing that this is the life for me
Baby cause I'm a thug
All day every day
Baby cause I'm a thug
Wouldn't change for the world
Uh huh cause I'm a thug
That's right you heard
Baby cause I'm a thug
Uh huh oh yeah
(check it out)
Could it be my baggy jeans
Or my gold teeth
That make me different from ya'll
Ain't trippin dog
But listen dog
I've been raised a little different dog
I'm just doing my thang
These are my ghetto slangs
And I'm representing thug shit
This who I roll with
Watch them niggas that's gonna love this
Niggas who out on bond
On the run
Got 10 years on parole
Since you can't say it dog I'ma say it for ya'll
Motherfuck the po-po's
Fuck the judge and CEO's
Fuck the DA and PO's
Fuck the family of the victim
Witness that's snitchin ass hoes nigga
See I'm so tight
Niggas be like
That nigga got so many hoes
And I know he got clout
Look at his mouth
That nigga got so many golds
Niggas be tellin they hoes
To set em up with that nigga
Bitch I've been watch you watchin him
You must wanna fuck this nigga
My name alone
Been known to break up happy homes
No disrespect dog but you aint have no business Answering her phone
If your ass wasn't home
Me and her been get get gettin it on
And you couldn't have been hitting her right
Cause every second night she been hitting the phones
She want a thug
Since ya'll niggas wanna smoke the blunts
tote the guns
I'ma show you how to thug it dog
Give me half a pill
And some zephanyll
And I'm like fuck it dog
As long as my extasy got the best of me
And none of you niggas aint stressin me
I got one request in this bitch
You can have the rest of this shit
If a nigga drop some shit
And it's wack as hell
And don't make no damn sense
Take it back
Talk about it
And tell your dog don't even buy that shit
And I don't care who he is
Or where he from
I represent thug shit
And you ain't gotta give me my props
Or nominate me
Yeah, Committee remix, you can't beat us (who you is fool?)
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars (like that)
Being that I'm...
Real, I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black, baldheaded plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars
A real woman scholar
If a players what you want lil' momma holla
Yeah, I'ma holla through, you looking good
So Trick what you wanna do
I asked my girls if all the player talk was true
They told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your move
Now can I be your lover
Don't bother asking your friends about my Benz and ends
Unless you planning on me staying yeah
I get my freak on, plus my back strong
No more sad songs for long girl your daddy's home
I'll be your player
I need a player
Someone who's gonna treat me right
(If a players what you want lil' momma holla)
So Trick you a player Boo
I like your game if you want I'm available
I'll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhh
I'll get you hot when my lips touch your spot
I'll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stop
You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit'?)
Trick Daddy Dollars
I turn you on when I touch your chest
And you turn me on when you kiss my neck
Nothing less than deep penetration
Anticipation, lets make it happen, I'm sick of waiting
Daddy, you know you possess the key
So where you want it
Right here on the side of me
I'll be your player
I need a player
Someone who's gonna treat me right
(they call me Trick Daddy Dollars)
I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night
(If a player's what you want lil' momma holla)
See I suduce you wit' your legs up
First we bone and get it on, all night long, on and on
Then I continue when you draw straw
Make your heart be stoning til' you climb the wall
You taste so sweet, from your head to your feet
It's my treat so baby girl ?
Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servant
And while I'm serving, I'll slap you up a serving
Half the thugs wouldn't do the things I do
I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you
Hell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butter
Pink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spam
Bein that I'm real, I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black, baldheaded, plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy dollars
A real woman scholar
If a player's what you want, lil mama holla
Don't bother asking your friends about my benz or ends
Unless you plan on me staying in
I get my freak on, plus my back's strong,
No more sad songs for long, girl you daddy's home
I'll be your player
I need a player in my life tonight
somebody that'll treat me right
and just, hold me tight all through the night
I want a player in my life
Yeah, you can play your sex games,
kinky things but still maintain
I'm running game while you giggle off my ghetto slang
I want the best for you
First, nobody stressing you
A good girl, therefore God's been blessing you
So go with your first mind
Get it right the first time
Hang tight, 'cause early on be your worst time
You got me wanting you bad so I been watching you
And while they calling me dad, I'm simply jocking you
clocking you
Watching the threads in your dazzy dukes
Hawking you
Watching you move in your ?baka? suit
Your body too
You'll go get it, therefore you bout it boo
5'3", and I can see what you got for me
Show me some love
Kisses and hugs
Bubble baths in hottubs
Plus baby oil back rubs
You got me heated up
Slow it down, then we can speed it up
Plus, you bringing out the freakinus
Free your mind
Let me and you spend some time
I'm on that sixty and I'm headed for that nasty nine
Come take a ride with me
If I slip, baby slide with me
And you can shift into the ride with me
And glide with me
High to the sky with me
Right here on the side of me
I'll be your player
(call me X-rated)
I'll eat your coochie with your legs up
Down your back, up your crack, then I'll blow all in your butt
I'll suck your ass where your drawers crawl
Suck them titties and all
and make you climb the wall
You taste so sweet (ahh)
From your head to your feet
It's my treat
So baby girl just let me eat
and call me freaky deaky 'cause I want to be your servant
And while I'm servin
I'll slap you up with syrup and butter
Average niggaz wouldn't do the things I do
I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you
Shit, my mind's in the gutter,
I'm eatin your butter
Pink eggs and ham,
Girl you taste just like spam
The game done switched
Niggas who was po' got rich
Niggas who was real turned snitched
Ain't that a bitch?
That's why I get mine on the low
Hustle 'til a nigga can't ball no mo'
Fall to the flo'
Cause the shit don't stop
Shit get real right here, Money Mark
J to the Dot
I make shit hot
I don't even really wanna hear what you got
Just sign me right when I come for my cheese
Ain't too many niggas down like these
Stand right there while I count my B's
If anything missin' get a hole in your knees
Freeze
I might talk low but I don't stutter
Hot ones go right through like butter
If you feel like a big dog, bite don't ball
Hell, you can get it too if I pull your card
Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese
You know I'm 'bout my B's
You better have my cheese
'Cause I go crazy
I keep flow plus hoes on the side of me
Plus I'm playin' these noodles like ivory
I make 'em ride for me
Tounge kiss 'em make 'em die for me
I get their cheddar then I'm outtie, see
I'm fien to seen all means for the dough
Chop a nigga down if my greens don't grow
Y'all know about flow
So niggas stop puttin' up a front
And give a muthafucka what he want
'Fo you end up in the trunk of the dunk witcha hoe
Layin' on my hot ass amps like "oh"
Nigga think it's a game
Remember Money sparks the name
And it ain't no thang to do a nigga 'bout change
See I love money man
If cane involved then nigga you a lost cause
Shit, I'll hit you with my razor blade
Cut off your balls
Sit you in some alcohol
(Aaaah!) Oh Lord!
Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese
You know I'm 'bout my B's
You better have my cheese
'Cause I go crazy
I gotta get me fa sho the whole 9
So when the sun hit me they say "whoa now"
"He done blowed now"
"J.V. outta control now"
And if they didn't bet they know now
And I don't floss but you gotta know it cost
Don't like the boats but you know I'm goin' off
You know who the boss
Who gon' win and who lost
And when it's by J.V. you know I want it all, hmm
Is they in love with the dubs or the lex?
Or do they know I'm just as good as it gets?
You wanna go next?
If so we can hit it
Long as you know J.V. out to get it
'Cause when it's 'bout my cheese - I'ma clown for mine
If it's B's or it's G's - I gets down for mine
Bust rounds for mine
Put you face in the ground for mine
I'ma hound for mine
Hell bound for mine
Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese
You know I'm 'bout my B's
You better have my cheese
'Cause I go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
I just might have to toss this nine
Across your mind
Across that line
I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine
Puttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mine
And openin' fire
And I ain't swearing no niggas
Give the deed up until four niggas
Ain't sympathizing with you hoe niggas
I'm just realizing what this thug shit for nigga
You in the middle of a war nigga
Now I gotta let you have it
The whole clip
Fucking up the whole trip
Now you fucking with the boogie man
This shit deeper than Nino Brown
And I ain't see no clown
Nigga nigga nigga
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
I got some niggas that'll bump with you
Play with your kids and eat lunch with you
Then fuck around and kill your ass
I close shop
With 2 shots from a far away glock
Then leave you dead to rot
In a empty lot
And this thug shit simply not
To be taken light
Well y'all fake less I'm taken life
Then I'm taking off
To the old hood
To check on a old girl
To make sure it's still all good
Then it's back to the streets
To finish this beef
Looking for them same niggas that's looking for me
And about three blocks
From where they set up shop
Sell weed and lay some rocks
They got these old cops
Working they're spots
And young niggas on the roof with red dots
When me and my clique scrap and we scared not
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things
Time served
Only out a few months, associated with birds
They want to pop it, I got bad nerves
Peep
Mini-14 on the front seat
You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it
His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it
So fuck I care about the shorty
Cause nigga you been known
Skip town
With my pound
With my dudes 'round
Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that
You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
My cuban friend
Want his ends
Instead of you flipping them divedends
Making millions
Popping then
Silly rabbit
You done started static
Now I gotta let you have it
Rapping fire from my automatic
You left me stuck
And so you outta luck
Cause you done fucked my credit up
ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
Nigga what
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Another anthem for the thugs, Dade County's finest
Look what God done gave me, look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to me
On everything I love, I'm a thug
I done considered a change but what for
Alla my homies in pen fields
I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them
I gotta tell 'em how it really is
A lotta things done changed since last year
Nope the crib and the same no more
And these young niggas don't respect the game no more
They don't see your name no more
They doin' they own lil' thangs though
Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for
But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight
Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him
So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs
If you help me Lord my heart'll never change and y'all pray wit me
Huh, huh-huh 'fore they come get me and then come get you
Look what God done gave me, look what God done, done
And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money, look at all I've done
And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to me, good to me
I could've been Asian, Bohemian, Puerto Rican, Jamaican
Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian
Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guyanese
Could've been from overseas or the West Indies
Could've been anything but God made me black
Could've had anything but God gave me stacks
While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black
Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back
So as you see, a new watch and a Benz
And I'm still gettin' money wit my same old friends
Know this lady named Miss Pearl, my old girl
Raised all us, based all us
So, I'ma thank the Lord for her
'Cuz you know where I'd be if it wasn't for her
I done learned a lotta things in this game, matter fact
Seen a lot of other other thangs that was strange
And there's a new game out called snitchin'
And it's obviously helped because these niggas keep tellin'
Lord, please help me smell my thugs
So I can keep this in life, but free my niggas tonight
And I'ma thug on in memory of Hollywood
Think thug for life, 'cuz God's been good
Look what God done gave me, look what God done, done
And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money, look at all I've done
And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to me, good to me
Look what God done gave me, look what God done, done
And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money, look at all I've done
And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to me, good to me
Look what God done gave me, look what God done, done
And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money, look at all I've done
I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I'm real wit it, nigga wha? You wanna playa hate nigga, wha?
Yea I'm Slip-n-Slide nigga wha? You betta give a fuck
Feel yo body penetratin' though ya gut
You betta come quick 'fo some niggaz come hatin', ya heard!!!
Before I get to burnin' ya, Slip-n-Slide turnin' ya
Queen cant be touched like hot potatoes
Every nigga I know keep a glock for hataz
Let me know wha he doin' wit tha rocks
Nigga, let me know I'll run up in tha spot
Get me 2 steaks, a drank and lock down
Aint no visualizin', like me now
Queen like drank, gotta stand my ground
Back up off me wit tha hands I clown
Slip-n-Slide on tha dump, if you wanna know wassup
If you know like I know bet not fuck
We got tha weed in tha tote, nigga wanna deed, here I dont
Nigga bring tha B's for tha pump
Tribe comin' clean like a bitch
We gon hit yo town for a lick
Nigga, we dont run we attack em
Then you can't splack em
Nigga outta line so we had to subtract em
We keep it real, while ya'll counterfeit
Throw a glass when I cant, then a sign ya get
We gon do ya like a pound we get
So you betta stay from round my shit
Slip-n-Slide put me on tha list
Miami, get on up!!! Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get on up!!!!
Mississippi, get on up!!! Houston, get on up!!! Carolina, get on up!!!
New Orleans, get on up!!! Chicago, get on up!!!
If you aint Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride?
You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide
Whoa now, ay hold up boy, aint no thang
To get off tha chain and steal ya Jordans
Ya get a stain on ya brain from tha Southeast
Once ya getta dick and some nuts in ya mouth, eats nigga
Aint no click like this one
That'll make a jealous nigga wanna get a big gun
But it's too late cause we gon', my dawgs got tha AK, I got tha chrome
We finna chill at tha top like wha?
This game is a fat pussy finna get fucked, its like tha nigga
Slip-n-Slide til I die ass nigga
Pull a nigga hoe in tha fly ass Jetta
And fuck on anotha
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide aint no forgettin' this
Eatin' on bitches cause I'm different
Pack Villangers, fuck hoes that's willin ta
Give up tha guts and let em smoke til they feel tha nut
Skeelo, bad bitches in Speedo's
And there will be no, where we go
See yo, doin what tha fuck we wanna do
Bust slugs and join ya crew, so wha you gon do?
San Fran, get on up!!! Oakland, get on up!!!! Detroit, get on up!!!
Dallas, get on up!!! St. Louis, get on up!!!! Baltimore, get on up!!!
L.A. get on up!!! New York, get on up!!!
I'm into introducin' myself as tha greatest
No if, and buts or maybe's, unless you's a hata
So real niggaz gon die by days, while you hoe niggaz cry
Why you fussin niggaz lie?
Die by days, dont wanna hea about tha click you abound
You know a nigga wit a Benz like mines?
Same color, same yea like mines
Same model, same red like mines
Every hoe I'm fuckin, you don fucked, bruh
And every bet I call, you matched ya 'lil sucka
You got beef wit 'ol boy model
Well shave ya head and get gold teeth like 'ol boy
Peepin my D's galore, lovin these skeeza hoes
How do you suppose? New clothes to change ya hoe
You, fuck nigga, jus got to go, sucka
Louisville, get on up!!! Robin Hood, get on up!!!!
Liberty City, get on up!!! Carol City, get on up!!!
Opalocka, get on up!!! 'Lil Haiti, get on up!!!
Overtime, get on up!!! Richmond Heights, get on up!!!
Pullrine, get on up!!!! Ohhh, get on up!!!!
Seminola, get on up!!! Stop pot, get on up!!!
Wynnewood, get on up!!! Pork and beans, get on up!!!
22 Ave, get on up!!! 32 Ave, get on up!!!
Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!!
Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!! Get on up!!!
Get on up!!!! Wont cha get on up!!!! Get on up!!!!
Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!!
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You know me, 'T' double, you know I'm a G
Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
But it was like you, you a pussy nigga
But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
Shit lookin' good but I think slammin'
Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
Sellin' O's or betta clockin a fag
Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ass
Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations
Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money
Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies
Every ounce betta bounce back
And every brick that I break up
It all betta flake up
And when that shit hit the waters
Shit go to ballin'
That dope all betta fall in
I bought coke back on 84
Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo
And when I hit him I want to hurt him
And on cutlass I wanna hit it
They ass gon' feel it
Ay, ay, ay, ay
It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber
You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin'
Ay, ay roll a lil somethin'
Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin'
I got them thangs for a lil nothin'
If you got a lil money I'ma throw a lil somethin'
Bump this nigga
Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga
We aint from 'round here dumpin' on niggas
But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki's in the muffler
Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker
Face mob, right back at ya
With O's like cookies I flip like spatulas
99.9 of the time I'm on the grind
Bricked up and breakin' em down
I got to admit the dope game gravy
3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
You learn to swell you might see double
Remember you can't sell bubble
So here it is fool
I play the game where its no rules
Givin' you lessons from the old school
You don't get high off your own supply
And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die
Make the next man know he got to think about the payback
This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that
Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby
Anybody wanna motherfucking die, come see I
Who me? T-double D nigga
That's right that's motherfucking me nigga (huh)
And got damn it if I said it, I motherfuckin meant it
If it was fully I motherfucking spit it, fuck whoever I offended
Hold on! Wait one motherfucking minute
Y'all ho's y'all know how the game go
Fuck everyday never hit the same ho
From M-I-A that's where I stay baby
Bout money and I don't even play baby
If a nigga ever was to go broke, click click
Y'all niggas seen this shit before
Real niggas know how to make a way
I make niggas who creep stay the fuck away
You can't fuck with me or my dogs
Representing double S
Haters fuck y'all
I don't give a fuck who ya run with
Tout guns with
You don't run shit over here
Cause we can both die right now
I don't fuck with you
So don't fuck with me
I'm just trying to get my shit together
I'm making money with my click forever
We all fam and we stick together
Huh, see back in the days before niggas like me
There was niggas like you infuriating my crew
I got sick of this shit
Say one day here's what a nigga gon' do
Staking out in hummers we spittin on 'em
All hating ass niggas fuck it we'll kill 'em
I'm sick of 'em
And they can't do shit for 'em
(They wanna go to war)
Oh well I got big guns
Its T-double-D y'all
Okay my AK's on full y'all
This one here on me dog
But the next time no cameras no TV dog
If you a real nigga just like me dog
And you like living just like me dog
You know when you rap niggas blow up and don't show up
And that ain't even me dog
You can't fuck with me or my dogs
Representing double S
Haters fuck y'all
I don't give a fuck who ya run with
Tout guns with
You don't run shit over here
Cause we can both die right now
I don't fuck with you
So don't fuck with me
I'm just trying to get my shit together
I'm making money with my click forever
We all fam and we stick together
It's a whole lot of niggas out here
Don't wanna see me JV flowin, Hennesey pouring
Knowing where a nigga came from, where a nigga going
Take a look, I'm the best thing showing, blowing
Smoking on the best thing growing
Tighten up
You don't wanna be for a nigga like me
See that's where ya slip
Now I gotta slide in the clip
Flip, take another sip
Bust ya in ya lip with the gat
Man I don't play like that
We taking this shit back, right now
The game the same, the whole damn thing
Oh naw I ain't playin witcha man, I'll be there when I get there
Oh shit yeah
Ain't nothing else finna be the same nigga
You can't fuck with me or my dogs
Representing double S
Haters fuck y'all
I don't give a fuck who ya run with
Tout guns with
You don't run shit over here
Cause we can both die right now
I don't fuck with you
So don't fuck with me
I'm just trying to get my shit together
I'm making money with my click forever
For my niggas, in the feds
My niggas in the pen
My niggas ain't gone neva see the streets no mo
This one for you nigga
Free Buddy Roe
Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
I been put in the world
Living my days ducking k's
Was bursting bitches jumping out they Benz's on blades
I been scuffling years you honor
I swear the God I wanna do for my kid's you honor
If you was me then you would see how it is you honor
Through all the drama and this rain
Nobody felt my pain
I went to serving after fame
Then shit changed
You wonder what am I to do
Niggas on my block
Am I supposed to be a fuck nigga?
Let 'em rope my spot
When Jeb Bush pushing life
If I tout my weapon
Now Ronald Regan was selling guns
But it ain't a felony
A house on the hills with all these bills
I gots to sell 'em
My shawty waking up with out his Christmas
What the fuck I'ma tell 'em?
When I be juggling selling bricks?
Will heaven take me?
Now 25 plus life
Rehabilitate me
These crackers calling me a monster
But they help create me
Shit
Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Ain't seen my momma since the last time we hung out
Now six years to be exact
Cause she strung out
My getting jobs looking shady, on my application
Now have I ever committed felons?
Look at this shit I'm facing
And now these streets don't get no better for my young niggas
Now the muthafuckers that's coming up is the gravediggers
And I can't seem to trust my niggas
And I grew up with 'em
Folk in my mind at times learn not to fuck with 'em
When I was stuck who could I turn to?
Nobody but Jesus
I'm in this world looking up to the gangster's
Looking up to the leaders
Granddaddy had a stroke and grandmomma broke
Who the fuck gone feed us?
Y'all wrapped us in ropes and put us on boats
But y'all really ain't need us
Muthafuck that shit
I got tired of the struggling
??? in the jungle
Can't let a nigga fuck me about this coke
So I learned what was and what wasn't
I'm getting them things at 17
At least gone cop a dozen
You lose yo life
Shit ain't no joke
That's if yo coke is buzzing
Shit
Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Now what I'm talking bout
Got niggas doing the dirty dirty
Now what I'm saying
But it can't last dirty to long
Nigga gotta clean up somewhere
So, you know what I'm talking bout
Take a nigga advice and get in and get out baby boy
Cause it ain't all bad
But it ain't all good
Now what I'm talking bout
And the hood dangerous watching out
Everybody shouldn't be po-po
Dealing with the dope dope
So you better watch out boy
Get in and get ouuuut
Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Do anybody wanna die?
You? You?
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
I'm up early in the mornin' still drunk and horny
Realest ever did it, fuck, niggas won't admit it
You watchin' BET tryna see how a nigga livin'
You betta ask MDPD about the fuckin' killin's
I roll wit big fire, I refuse to speak wit homicide
Go and ask that dead man, tell me what he said man
Fuck you, call my lawyers, I ain't got no leads for ya
And I ain't got no alibis so all yo witnesses could die
Go ahead tap my phone, put surveillance on my home
If it evict that quick to buy a brick wit a goddamn wire on
Yo, I ain't got no sack, give the crackas they money back
Wit half a weed and these whole DD, oh, nigga I'm smokin' that
I smoke 'em back to back, a whole dime or half bag
And the whole time sittin' back and laughin' at yo soft ass
Lets set this record straight, nigga I run this whole state
Now it's only one man paid, y'all niggas is my proteges
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
You ain't no representa, you rep them other niggas
I roll wit killas and dope dealers, you roll with hoe niggas
I'm strictly for the thugs nigga, yes sir
You either with us or against us and if so, nigga fuck y'all
That how you hoe niggas get fucked off
Thats how yo whole clique get jumped on and dumped on like dom dom
Killa get yo guns out, yo we gon' do 'em all
Do it one by one 'til all the fuckin' bullets just run out
And I bet my butcher knife gon' get him right
I slice right there in his kidneys and then go deep wit it and twist it
At the end of the day he comin' home and it won't be long
He survived the heart attack but then he fucked around
And died of a punctured lung
Now bury his punk ass wit a wig, bra and his pumps on
And lay him on his stomach wit his ass in the air wit a fuckin' thong on
Breaka, break one nine, Dade County is mine
And I'm sayin' this shit to you ol' bitch ass niggas for the last time
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County on the numba line
Breaka, breaka it's Dade County, breaka, breaka it's Dade County
Let's see, what to do today?
Fuck that I'm goin to get my money
This one in a.. Thuggin memory
That thug nigga
Hollywood nigga
I did this one in that nigga name
Hollywood nigga, yall remember that mutha fuckin name
This bout that mutha fuckin money
NIGGA!!!!!!
To kill for cocaine and get a nigga killed
And a banana peel will get his whole hide flipped
He's bringin danger to the life of his home boy's
You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy
Bout my money, we goin to bump heads and it wont be long
That's why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the home
Got extra grip for when they hold on
Nextel, instead of these dial tones
and quarter game for these old tapped ass cell phones
And new back bone for my new dread homes
You aint been outta jail long, but nigga you dead wrong
Bout my money, nigga you shouldn't a played wit it
You're goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.
Bout my money
That shit there aint nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
When I ask about my mutha fuckin money
That shit there aint nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
Have my mutha fuckin money
I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47
And it tells me all thugs niggas go to heaven
But between the lines of verses 48 and 9
Is what ya thug nigga's, drug dealin and doin time
But verse 100, talks bout my money
Say's its full of blood so all memphis is funny
But nigga I don't want to hold your gold
I just want to free your soul
And be found somewhere in public when all this shit unfolds
I done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back shit
You runnin around in your new bubble lights
When verse sit lookin sick
I aint here to hold ur sing, I just want my cream
and you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling
Now all this huffin and puffin
aint goin to get you young fuck nigga's nothin
But a shit bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes
Out of all the nigga's you mutha fuckin know
I should have been the last nigga you want to muthafuckin know
I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico
Nigga if u aint got my flow ur ass gotta go
We'll get you mammy and all and layin em down on the front room floor
Bout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this shit unfolden
Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it
Now this nigga I owe is goin to be the next nigga to go
I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84
It ain't my muthafuckin fault, I'm short bout 64
Featuring: Chamillionaire, Goldru$h
Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips
Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
You can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can bet that
I smoke, I drink, boy, you can bet that
22's, 24's how we roll
I'm a dope rider fa' sho
Everyday me and my dog we wylin'
7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin'
And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'
Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me
They already know, how I let him go
Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral
How the hell a O.B. gon' try me?
I'm O.G. on and off TV, see
Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck y'all
Tryin' to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah
Why you hatin' on a nigga like that
Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back
I know some niggaz don't like this
But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this
Fuck niggaz done made me mad
I'm 'bout to snap an' put this K on his ass
Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips
Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
You can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can bet that
I smoke, I drink, boy, you can bet that
22's, 24's all we roll
I'm a dope rider fa' sho
Hey, I pull up Bentleys, lookin' like they not annoyed
Trunk popped up lookin' like a Tonka Toy
If you don't like it you know can get that Almond Joy
Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy
I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call
Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm 'Above The Law'
Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All
Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all
Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper
Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater
Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her
Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator
Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A
Finna, hey, finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay
Stay wit it hey, you we ain't finna play
Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips
Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
You can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can bet that
I smoke, I drink, boy, you can bet that
22's, 24's all we roll
I'm a dope rider fa' sho
In the club wit my dogs we wylin'
Two straight coup gray dome ridin'
Look at cha boy go so many hoes
Look in his mouf he got so many gold
I'm sippin' and I'm goin'
Whole click, that's how we rollin'
Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know
And that's everywhere that we go
All I wanna do is
Drive my Chevy through years
And let 'em sweat the candy paint
Ain't it right? Ain't it tight? Ain't it nice? Yes
Niggaz like, "Who painted that?"
Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere
Tweety seat with the digital dash
And a swat just right in the ass
They wanna know what I got in here
I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here
They ain't neva heard nothin' like that
And they ain't even turned the bass up yet
I love aggressive music
I smoke, I listen to it
I drink so much sometimes
I think I need to quit but I can't do it
Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips
Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
You can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can bet that
I smoke, I drink, boy, you can bet that
22's, 24's all we roll
Back in the days
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's
More afros than braids
Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggaz done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro
Nigga you don't know
And I'm thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for fuckin round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wudn't bout a name
Plus it wudn't no thang
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes"
stay the fuck out the chain gang
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll fuck ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they cant hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the glock
But every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught
And every car that ya drop
The ninety-seven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt
And every crib you done built
With no muthafuckin guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed
I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we aint tryin to be friends
Ya wudn't tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See nigga
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
Locked up in a cage
'Posed to be land of the free, I don't see how
Count me in, oh, Amerika
Oh, Amerika, Amerika, Amerika
Sweet land of liberty, y'all
I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha, sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter you want better cars
And a better heart, another start
Yo' own yard and a place to park
You want a truck and ride and a better life
A bigger crib and a home cooked meal
Every single night, he'll feel with you
Goin' through but I coulda warned you
When it's time to be a man, do all you can
See other lands and don't be livin' for the other man
Take time out and settle in, be the better man
And closely watch your friends
And then you'll understand a lil' better then
But on the other hand, you so God damn stubborn
And you be startin' shit
And ever since you made President we ain't even seen you since
You need to visit our schools
Rebuild our church and homes, stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone and searchin' my bro
And keep your personal feelings home when you bendin' my chrome
Do it for the weak and the strong and to each his own
We do it for the main goal so when all the heat is gone
This game wasn't told to me, it was sold to me
And we are never free, no way
Not in Amerika, not Amerika
Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty
But that'll never be, no way
Not in Amerika, not in Amerika
You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck, then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck, you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P. you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D, still a nigga
You use your platinum card, you need 4 ID's, then you's a nigga
If your skin is brown just like me, then you a nigga
Got a promotion and a fat ass raise, you still a nigga
You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves, you a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid, you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop 'cause you a nigga
That's why I hold toast too, I sell bi coastal, international
They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
Now who invented niggaz in the first place
And said America is the original birthplace
Who gettin' 10 20 life on they first case, my niggaz
This game wasn't told to me, it was sold to me
And we are never free, no way
Not in Amerika, not Amerika
Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty
But that'll never be, no way
Not in Amerika, not in Amerika
I'm doin' this one for the kids in the streets who ain't missed a beat
Do it for the deaf and the blind and those who don't eat meat
Do it for all the children of the corn and the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials and all the lies you done sworn
How you gon' keep the man, old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man
When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz
And writing brand new sins, lyin' on a million men
And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys
And them doin' time in the Penn
This game wasn't told to me, it was sold to me
And we are never free, no way
Not in Amerika, not Amerika
Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty
But that'll never be, no way
Not in Amerika, not in Amerika
This game wasn't told to me, it was sold to me
And we are never free, no way
Not in America, not America
Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty
But that'll never be, no way
If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug
then tell me what I am
cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way
why the steets stay on my mind
since I am a thug, why do y'all get so mad
why can't cha'll accept that, it's my life
If I ain't a thug then y'all tell me who is
how many other mutha fuckas y'all know can do this
yea I'm a thug fo ever and I never ever
disrespect the game or cross one of my niggas (listen)
slippin' already cost one of my niggas
so I better select the fools that I be chillin' wit
and I don't know nothin', didn't hear or see nothin'
I can't remember, but yet still I won't forget 'em
I'm from the dark side, born and raised in a thug life
and I'm out the city from the drug dealers and wise guys
if I ain't a thug, then you explain it cuz
how come a young nigga livin' so dangerous
and why my name always somehow involved in stuff
it's obvious, y'all can't target us
yea I'm a thug nigga, but I ain't a drug dealer
Three time convicted felone, so should I know better
From day one I've been thuggin'
and I'm lovin' every minute of it
So all you crittics and haters I'm sayin mutha fuck ya
I don't like ya, and therefor I don't trust ya
You couldn't shake me up, now you tryin' to set me up
It's bad enough we had it rough when we was growin' up
You killed Pac and Biggie, now try to kill us
but I throw my Fos up, cuz I'm foeva fo sho
A thug rebal fo certain, that's why I never listen
I ain't the snitchin' kinda nigga
Yo, and I'm a different kinda nigga
So you bustas can't leave me
ain't no centamental nigga
I'm sittin' on spinners nigga
So when I'm draggin' my Denim
don't you bustas try and hit em (hear me)
I'm from the parts where the stars like to hear the stars
Quality sound beatin down in each and every car
Givin' them hell like I'm David Chappelle
Prostitute boy there with plenty dick for sale
Since I am a Thug, that's why you listen to me
Cuz I'm a T.H.U.G. officially, you see
A lot a niggas still doubt a nigga
so when they conversatin they be playa hatin' bout a nigga
but I expect them to, what else they supposed to do
when they dead broke and I got more flow then they do
and they mad cuz I don't fuck wit them
Oh well stay mad cuz I don't kiss niggas ass (bitches)
I'm too busy bein' a real nigga
So if you fuck wit me
you can fuck around and get killed nigga
The truth is Mr. Dollars is the real deal
Hell I'm the mutha fucker made county bail (yeah)
And I'm strictly for the Thug cuz I'm showin off
and I'm quick to straight fuck a nigga (what)
Huh, pussy nigga, what
I got a bitch with pearls a bitch teeth with golds
A bitch on da shelf and a bitch that's sold
I got a bitch down low and a bitch Im doing publicly
A bitch I cant stand and the bitches still lovin me
I got a bitch I beep a bitch I call a bitch in thongs and one in
Regular draws I got a bitch thats a bout and we fuck in the car
Two bitches thats down with a may-nah-sej-twa
I got a bitch in a corola a bitch in a bentley
A bitch who aint lose her virginity yet
I got a bitch thats a thug and she carry a gat
A bitch that look like Kim and one that look like Da Brat
I got a Bitch thats a freak and she's fienin
Fa dick I got a bitch from Peru and she no speak a english
I got so many bitches they get done
I got 99 problems and a Bitch aint one
I got a broke Bitch stay broke with no ends
I got a bitch who loves weed but never be smokin
A Ho bitch who be fuckin her friends ----
Yappin bitches who be up in my faces with yo shit
I got bitches that know shit a hustlin blow bitch
A bitch that gotta choppa and she with it I knows this
A bitch who got a boyfriend a bitch with a Ho
A bitch who like to sniff it off the tip of yo joe
I got a bitch who on welfare a bitch who on ex
A bitch who like to lye I met her threw lex
I got 32 fat bitches 18 sluts 64 noodles and a bitch in a truck
I got so many bitches and they love to get done
I got 99 problems and a bitch aint one
Dont give a fuck about a bitch
Aint gotta worry about a bitch
I got so many bitches that get done
I got 99 problems and a bitch aint ONE
I got big bootie bitches Big tittie bitches
Cornbread eatin ass from the city bitches
Bitches from the dirty south bitch from the bay
A bitch who in that video with snoop and dre
I got a ride or die bitch a bitch who still cloth
A bitch who say she badder then all of u hoes
I got a nasty bitch a prankters bitch
A two time offendin ass gangsta bitch
See I'm Money Mark Diggular a playa fa sho
Hit them 16-60 blind criple or po
Its u is or u aint bitch let me know
Cause I got a whole team but Im lookin fa mo
I got so many bitches and they love to get done
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
Tre plus
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