[Trick Daddy]
This one goin out to uhh, that n**** Bub (the game done changed)
Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that n**** Wayne Parker (ha ha)
You know, all the n****z I know that was told on
Yesterday's, killers, today's f**k n****z huh?
[Verse One]
My lifestyle's quite complicated
I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' n****, still mob affiliated
I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty
That's why f**k n****z and slap b****es never did like me
But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me
If I end up doin one of these n****z out to ruin me and kill me
But the devil leaves me only a few choices
I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all n****z don't hear me
See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these n****z
go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (F**K N****Z LISTEN!!)
I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't f**kin with a n****
So why they f**kin with a n**** huh?
I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line
get flipped out the lip, f**kin 'round get killed
So let them n****z know I'll never forget 'em
Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo
[Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy]
You never know, you never know
You never know, you never never know
You never know, you never know that
know that.. (know that..)
[Verse Two]
And even though my, childhood was low budget, s**t
Some of the s**t I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have
if the n****z wouldn'ta took it
I wanted things my momma couldn't afford
And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty
it made me even want it more
But now the police got the spot hot
Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine
And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse
is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team
I heard how bad them boys really want me
But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey
After all, I done exposed a few of they rats
And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back
And all the s**t that I can tell 'em, tell 'em
Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em
Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life
I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
(One murder comin right up)
Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars
And wearin wires around they collars
Yo, y'all f**k n****z I'll stop ya
And I declare war on any p***y boy
And tell his momma his son a whore
Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for
See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan
And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man
I was just a law-abidin citizen
And I never been a s**t started, but I been well known to finish it
See, and you can f**k around, and have a whole truck
of young stupid muh'f**kers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya
And all they need is a minute in the clear
Where all the witnesses in they a** done be worth a whole life chance
So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em
The next b**** they catch, bet they a** sendin matches
You never know, cause they never know, and they never will
Why? Cause real n****z never tell, c'mon
[Chorus] |
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