1.Intro
trick daddy- hey git.... come hea man!...
run ya lil bad ass hea git, you need ta
Be up in sumbody mutha fukin school sum where nigga,
what the fuck you doin out
Hea？
Git-nigga, im bout my money,
stackin cheese tryin ta sit on d's.
Trick daddy-look at ya muthafukin eyes,
u look like u high nigga.
Git-fool u no i aint tryin ta start smokin
Trick daddy-u prolly on dirt, look atcha,
lil young git ass nigga.
Git-im tryin ta be like you my nigga, thug for life
Trick daddy- nah dont be like me nigga,
be like yaself dawg. be like mike dont
Be like me, ima thug, its dangerous round hea!!
2.Boy
I tellin ya boy i got them boys
Dog i be tryin to tell em
Verse 1：trick daddy, the lost tribe
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
Chorus： repeat 2x
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)
Verse 2： (trick daddy)
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
Chorus：
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)
Verse 3： the lost tribe
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
Verse 4： the lost tribe
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
Chorus：
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)
Verse 5： jv ＆ the lost tribe
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 {until fade}
- trick daddy comes in after 4th fucking with me to say：
Don't fuck around and let 'em get 'cha boy
Cause if you do i'm going all out with 'cha boy {until fade}
3.Sittin On D's
4.Get On Up
5.America
huh,
osed to be
Land of the free
I don see how
Count me in
Uh
Amerika
Oh
Amerika
Ha-ha-ha
Amerika, amerika
Sweet land of liberty ya l
I doin this one for the...struggle
And every bad doinbrotha
Sista,daddy ＆ motha
Who livin in the gutta
You want
Betta cars
A betta heart
Another start
Ya own yard
And a place to park
You wanna
Truck and ri(ride)
And a betta li(life)
A bigga crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
Hell feel what you
Goin through
But i coulda warned ya
When it time to be a man
Do all u can
See otha lands
And don be livin for
The otha man
Take time out and settle in
Be the betta man
And closely
Watch ur friends
And then
You l understand
A lil betta then
But on the otha hand
You so god damn stubboran (stubborn)
And you be startin shit
And ever since you
Made president
We ain even seen you since
You need to (you need to)
Visit our schools
Rebuild our church and home
Stop killin my own kind
And leave my earth alone
And stop tappin my phone
And searchin my broand keep your personal feelinsat home
When you bendin my chrome
Do it fo 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 told to me (told to me)
It was sold to me (sold to me)
And we were never free (no!)
No way
Not in america (not amerika)
Not amerika (not in amerika uh huh)
Our country tis of thee (tis of thee)
Land of liberty (liberty)
But that l never be (neva be-no)
No way, not in amerika
-uh uh not this amerika-
Not in amerika (no)
You only got 2 bucks and you give less then a fuck -- then you a
nigga
Got a nice home and a lexus truck -- you a nigga
World champions and you mvp -- you a nigga
4 degrees and a ph. d -- still a nigga
To use ur platinum card you need 4 i.d. -- then you a nigga
If ur 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 ur peoples wasn slaves -- you a nigga
No mattah how much yo ass get paid -- you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cuz u a nigga
That why i hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
International
They inter-cathchin you with stellite so in deep space
Now...who invented niggaz in the first place？
And said amerika is the original birth place？
Who gettin 10, 20 , life on they first case？
-my niggaz-
I doin this one for the
Kids in the street
Who ain missed a beat
I do it for the
Deaf and the blind
And those who don eat meat
Do it for all
The chil en of a corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gonkeep the man
Mr. crooked ass preacha man？
When your whole congregation
Drivin a brand new benz
And writin..brand new sins
Lyinon a million men
And all my brothas, sistas,them daddy and them doin time in the
pin
6.Shut Up
Trick daddy f／ trina, co ＆ deuce poppito
Chorus：
(trick daddy)
Ah-ha
Okay
What's up？
Shut up
(4 times)
Verse 1：
(trick daddy)
Ridin' 'round in my brand new '99, 4 do' volvo
I got a pocket full of bs
Cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go though
But all my boca boys they know though
That's fo' sho' though
(are those bugle boy jeans you're wearing？)
Hell nah, ho, you know they polo
I been used again
Choosed again
This time been wrong to chop somethin' dumped by one of my union
friends
Soon as they seen the benz
Hatin' season was in
Hell, 'cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason
being
But i'm the man for this
While ya'll was doin' fine, i was doin' time
Just prayin' for this
Locked up, make a plan for this
Without all that fancy shit
Way too advanced for this
Just polo socks, tanks top, and drawers upunder my pants and
shit
Shut up
Chorus (8 times)
Verse 2：
(trina)
Okay, who's the baddest bitch
Been real, been rich, been done 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 wit me
Or you can say miss big, it's okay wit me
You need a grand just to speak to me
Okay, now you straight wanna sleep wit me？
Okay, you better be fo' sho'
'cause i done left niggas like you stuck before
Okay, ou can ball wit me
Since you got a hot knot, spend it all wit me
Okay, ya'll know what's up
Okay, uh-huh, i ride
Shut up
Chorus
Verse 3：
(co)
This goes out to my nigga rolls
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
Everybody that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it up
I got two rolls of them phat hoes
Late night and i'm ready to bust
Are you okay？
Look like you got a lot to say
Okay, come wit it
Niggas keep hidin' your ho, what you do that fo'
Me and money mark be done hit it
Been done split it
Okay, playboy
Fuck you say, boy？
Don't even much bring your ho 'round c
Niggas ya'll better quit fuckin' wit me
Shut up
Chorus
Verse 4：
(deuce poppito)
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 niggas ain't got bs in the cut
What' up with the safe, what's the combo？
Open that shit, nigga, fuck all the convo
Say shin, what's up wit ya haitian
Party out, birds at the safe house, waitin'
What's up, why you strutted, d
I ain't 'bout shit, but a quarter key
Nigga ya better not be playin' me
You gon' bleed to death, you understand me
What's up
You ready to go？
You ready to tongue kiss with the new 4-4
What's up
Nigga say somethin'
Set your crime, ready to spray something'
Gun play, how i got the stripes
2-4 k turned out the lights
Gun play, how i got the stripes
2-4 k turned out the lights
Chorus (8 times)
7.Thug For Life
Chorus：
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
Verse 1： kase
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
Verse 2： mystic
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
Chorus：
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
Verse 3： trick daddy
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
Break the bread and always be yo' thug for life
8.Hoe Skit
9.Walkin' Like A Hoe
(phone hang up)
Verse 1：
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
Chorus：
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
Verse 2：
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
Trina：
Nigga who the fuck you calling a ho
I ain't no motherfucking ho
Trick：
What up, what up, should a surprised me
Chorus：
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
Verse 3：
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
I don't need 'cha
Chorus 1x
Trick daddy ends repeating parts of verses and chorus
10.Tryin' To Stop Smokin'
(trick daddy inhaling)
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here
Mystikal：
I heard about you trick brah, i know what ya'll smoke down yo'
way
That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy
Trick：
It ain't gone kill you nigga
Mystikal：
Say dog i smoke that, i smoke chronic, you need to stop
Chorus：
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
Verse 1： (trick daddy)
This time i had to get physical,
So i went and got that nigga (mystikal)
He was like (come from), 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
Chorus (repeat 4x)
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
(train effects)
Verse 2： mystikal
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
I went to the emergency room already, i think i better quit
Chorus (repeat 4x)
Mystikal ＆ trick daddy： (talking)
Chorus comes back in till fade
11.Bout My Money
12.Could It Be
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)
Trick daddy：
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' out ya all day, in a thug way.
What a homie do with moms, with a moms and it 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.
Chorus：
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)
Trick daddy：
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.
Twista：
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' so sexy when you got out yo' white,
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, wista,
Don't kick it how we get what, long as you handle your business,
mista？
So i sit back and say, uck it？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,)
Trick daddy：
(could it be, you and me, you and me, could it be,
You and me, this that thug shit, what, say it.)
Chorus：
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)
13.Thug Life Again
Verse 1：money mark
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'
Chorus： (repeat 2x) trick daddy
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
Verse 2： trick daddy
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
Chorus： repeat 4x
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
Trick daddy talking：
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
'bout some legal getting money shit, tax free biiitch!!!
Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x
14.K＊ll Your A＊＊
15.Gotta Let You Have It
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
Rappin' fire from my automatic
16.Ho But You Can't Help It
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
17.Outro
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