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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
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 <i>[Chorus: Jazze Pha]</i> 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) <i>[TD and JP ad lib]</i> <i>[Verse One: Trick Daddy]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus w/ new Trick Daddy ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Two: Trick Daddy]</i> 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>[Chorus w/ more new T-Double ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Three: Trick Daddy]</i> 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 I do my thang for certain, just tell me if it's hurtin <i>[Chorus and more new Trick Daddy ad libs as Jazze Pha sings cut out]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
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 <i>[Chorus: Jazze Pha]</i> 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) <i>[TD and JP ad lib]</i> <i>[Verse One: Trick Daddy]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus w/ new Trick Daddy ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Two: Trick Daddy]</i> 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>[Chorus w/ more new T-Double ad libs]</i> <i>[Verse Three: Trick Daddy]</i> 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 I do my thang for certain, just tell me if it's hurtin <i>[Chorus and more new Trick Daddy ad libs as Jazze Pha sings cut out]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick]</i>
If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug then tell me what I am <i>[Chorus w/ Trey Songz]</i> 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 <i>[Trick]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> 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 For my mutha fuckin' thugs <i>[Chorus repeat till end]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick]</i>
If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug then tell me what I am <i>[Chorus w/ Trey Songz]</i> 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 <i>[Trick]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trick]</i> 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 For my mutha fuckin' thugs <i>[Chorus repeat till end]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta)
Just like that Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple 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 See 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) 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` Ev`ry nigga was gettin` money, every corner was pumpin` and jumpin` uh,but now we in the new era A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas Money, money, money. E`ery time, goddammit I`ll say it e`ery time Betta call us murderers See 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) The boy think he gettin` payed, 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 See 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) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta)
Just like that Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple 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 See 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) 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` Ev`ry nigga was gettin` money, every corner was pumpin` and jumpin` uh,but now we in the new era A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas Money, money, money. E`ery time, goddammit I`ll say it e`ery time Betta call us murderers See 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) The boy think he gettin` payed, 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 See 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) |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com (2002)
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 hook 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 hook 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 So hey hook |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
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 hook 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 hook 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 So hey hook |
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from Trick Daddy - Bet That [Amended Version] [single] (2006)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho [Verse 1] 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 yall 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 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) 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 aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im 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 Aint 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 nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Bet That [Explicit Version] [single] (2006)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho [Verse 1] 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 yall 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 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) 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 aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im 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 Aint 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 nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho [Verse 1] 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 yall 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 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) 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 aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im 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 Aint 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 nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho [Verse 1] 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 yall 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 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) 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 aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im 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 Aint 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 nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 f**ks with T Double D then you f**ks 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 f**k 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 f**k with you nigga, ′cause I don′t know you my nigga So don′t you f**k 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, f**k ′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 F**k 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 f**k 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 muthaf**ka You don′t really wanna see me muthaf**ka 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) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 f**ks with T Double D then you f**ks 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 f**k 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 f**k with you nigga, ′cause I don′t know you my nigga So don′t you f**k 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, f**k ′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 F**k 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 f**k 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 muthaf**ka You don′t really wanna see me muthaf**ka 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) |
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from Jacki O - Poe Little Rich Girl (2004)
(feat. Trick Daddy)
[Jacki-O] Daum this must be the remix, remix, remix, remix Goin to town, Drum major, Jacki-O, T double D [Trick Daddy] I am the champion King ding-a-ling Say my name for the dick I sling Go on head bitch do yo thang and Remember this ho you my bitch You stuck forever I fuck whatever And fuck whoever you better not never Pimp shit and that's all I know Go on and run ya mouth you ol' no good ho [Jacki-O] Nigga I'm from down south I'll suck ya dick [ok] And I'll spit it in ya mouth Nigga's like you be closet freaks Nigga's sell pussy and you beg me to skeet You a freak I'm gone pee on it Get off the chains Tie you up and and spank ya You got a dick like a four year old [awl] I understand why you fuck with dildo's [Trick Daddy] Hoe I'm sick of yo shit Gone run ya mouth Come suck this dick Bitch I know all about cha pash Ya like it ruff and tough And then straite up ya ass Bitch you bad, I can't lie about that Be good to what you do and you do lick ass "?" And tattoo You go both ways O yeah too [Jacki-O] How many nuts I gotta bust in ya face Befor you shut up Type of nigga that like they whole head wet up I drive ya six I "?" that shit Spend all you end and you talk that shit Suck me, fuck me throw me some doe All that shit you talk don't faze a hoe I like me head slow Make it happen Pop a pill cause a bitch make it snappen [Chorse x2: Trick Daddy] Keep doing what you doing bitch Keep doing what you doing slut Keep doing what you doing Keep suckin fuckin and screwin bitch [Trick Daddy] Hoes these day Go threeway Prefer to have sex with a bisexual Trisexual habitual sex affenda Love that dick up in ya Bitch I bet you love to fuck three nigga's Bitch I bet you love that feelin' I Bet you eat dick for dinner Bet cha wash I down with cum Save some for 'morrows So speed it up when you eat it up I like mines sloppy jollpy Bitch I ain't boo ya pretty proppa Bitch I'm a thug we can fuck on the carpet [Jacki-O] If I suck ya dick it a cum fast Cuz I'mma stick my thumb in ya ass See pussy make cash And cash make proda And excada and porsh boxers Off them boxer put on a thong Tripple X nigga tripple yo X nigga Jacki-O like it hard and rough See you playin with this pusy And nigga you gotta fuck me Shit I got pussy like sunshine Proda twa and the head game on lock Climb on the wall Tear off my draws and we can fuck like dogs [Chorse x4: Trick Daddy] Keep doing what your doing bitch Keep doing what your doing slut Keep doing what your doing Keep sucking and fuckin and screwin bitch 2 is always better than 1! |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com (2002)
hook 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 hook(x1) 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 hook(x2) 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 Cuz I aint livin right you know I hook(till fade) |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
hook 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 hook(x1) 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 hook(x2) 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 Cuz I aint livin right you know I hook(till fade) |
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from Jt Money - Pimpin' On Wax (1999)
[Featuring Trick Daddy Dollars]
y'all got this motherfuckin pumped up I know dat ain't nobody smokin wit me I noticed ain't nobody smokin wit me Any lace smokers in the motherfucker [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) HUH? Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) What We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) [JT Money] Now if still got yo thang thang Let em hang man We in this thang smokin dank nigga dank dank Free world we off tha chain nigga chain chain Free world we off the chain chigga chain chain Play no games nowda bang nigga bang bang Money man got these clothes and these hoes in check Nigga violatin get that ass soakin wet Suckas act like they don't know bout J ain't a dayum thang hoe bout J And that's fo'sho bout J I hate these otha niggaz talkin all dis ya ya Up in this (???) won't do a dayum thang thang Money man still spittin straight game game Since day 1 ain't a dayum thang change change I got this weed thang nigga on my brain brain No lacin nigga only smokin plain jane Get out da game game if you can't hang hang And wut we smokin on nigga? [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) [Trick] Gotta slow mah role can't be wastin my shit In a (???) 'cause I be lacin mah shit Gotta fuckin pay for mah shit I luv tha taste of my shit And I don't smoke (???) so get outta mah face wit dat shit don't let the bullshit fool ya Nigga it'll do ya How ya slap on your ass holla'n bout hallelujah Get shotguned wit da budah And I won't pursue ya but shit (???) A bitch dats smoked out (???) I got a half or pound of that brown and e'vrythang get coked out It ain't how I'm sleeping 'Spcially when I used ta peep Mah bossman holla'n at another coke man And set me free Ima remember dem 1-on-1 2-on-2 and (???) Now da (???) man got (???) dat I know ya like I'm smokin that DANK And I can't sleep can't eat and I can't think Nigga wut [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) [JT Money] My nigga fire up that thang thang I'm talkin bout bout that dank nigga dank dank E'vrybody in this game doin this thang thang (???) I'm on a mission tryin ta make dis thang bang And boy don't eve let me catch you tryin to gang gang And boy don't ever let me catch you tryin to gang gang But that lead up in your head where ya can't think think And dump your ass in the ditch where you can stank stank Fuck around wit a nigga tryin ta maintain (???) out chya brain brain We gettin money nigga shit all your main main Got tha love got the bud and the flame flame All you niggaz talkin bout how they can swing swing We can do anything brotha bring bring And be prepared to get your ass put to shame shame And what we smokin nigga (dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga) [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) [Chorus till end] |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Intro]</i>
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) <i>[Chorus:]</i> 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) <i>[Trick Daddy:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Ying Yang Twins:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> 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, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
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from Trick Daddy - Let's Go (2004)
<i>[Intro]</i>
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) <i>[Chorus:]</i> 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) <i>[Trick Daddy:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Ying Yang Twins:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> 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, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Intro]</i>
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) <i>[Chorus:]</i> 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) <i>[Trick Daddy:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Ying Yang Twins:]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Trina:]</i> 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, shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com (2002)
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 Hah [verse 1] 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 [chorus] 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 [verse 2] 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! [chorus] 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 [verse 3] 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? [chorus] 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 (for the thugs, for the thugs) |
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from Trick Daddy - Www.Thug.Com [Edited Version] (2002)
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 Hah [verse 1] 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 [chorus] 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 [verse 2] 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! [chorus] 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 [verse 3] 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? [chorus] 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 (for the thugs, for the thugs) |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 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 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`Mmm Hmm 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 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 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 Been like that since the early 80`s 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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
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 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 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`Mmm Hmm 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 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 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 Been like that since the early 80`s 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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
<i>[Chorus: Trick Daddy]</i> This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> 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 <i>[sing]</i> <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> 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>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> 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 And the game don't even care! <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
<i>[Chorus: Trick Daddy]</i> This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> 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 <i>[sing]</i> <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> 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>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Trick Daddy]</i> 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 And the game don't even care! <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest [Intro] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me [Verse 1] On everything I love, I'm a thug I done considered a change but what for (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 Alotta 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 cha [Hook] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God 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 been good to me, good to me [Verse 2] I could've been Asian, Bohemian Puertorican, Jamaican Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese 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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Holiday (2002)
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest [Intro] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God been good to me [Verse 1] On everything I love, I'm a thug I done considered a change but what for (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 Alotta 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 cha [Hook] Look what God done gave me Look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin' God 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 been good to me, good to me [Verse 2] I could've been Asian, Bohemian Puertorican, Jamaican Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese 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 |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord <i>[Trick Daddy speaking over chorus]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]</i> 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>[Verse 1]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> 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 So <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Bridge - Ron Isley]</i> No matter no matter no matter How hard I cry how hard I cry Oh no matter how hard I cry Ooh Yea <i>[Verse 3]</i> 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 Y'all gonna have hell getting in heaven <i>[Repeat Chorus till fade]</i> |
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from Trick Daddy - Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets (2004)
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i>
Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord <i>[Trick Daddy speaking over chorus]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]</i> 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>[Verse 1]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> 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 So <i>[Chorus 2x]</i> <i>[Bridge - Ron Isley]</i> No matter no matter no matter How hard I cry how hard I cry Oh no matter how hard I cry Ooh Yea <i>[Verse 3]</i> 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 Y'all gonna have hell getting in heaven <i>[Repeat Chorus till fade]</i> |
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