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1. _ Bricks And Marijuana
[kase]
For my niggas, in the feds
My niggas in the pen
My niggas ain't gone neva see the streets no mo
This one for you nigga
Free buddy roe
Hook: 2x
Look i been scuffling years your honor
That's why i'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Verse 1:kase
I been put in the world
Living my days ducking k's
Was bursting bitches jumping out they benz's on blades
I been scuffling years you honor
I swear the god i wanna do for my kid's you honor
If you was me then you would see how it is you honor
Through all the drama and this rain
Nobody felt my pain
I went to serving after fame
Then shit changed
You wonder what am i to do
Niggas on my block
Am i supposed to be a fuck nigga?
Let 'em rope my spot
When jeb bush pushing life
If i tout my weapon
Now ronald regan was selling guns
But it ain't a felony
A house on the hills with all these bills
I gots to sell 'em
My shawty waking up with out his christmas
What the fuck i'ma tell 'em?
When i be juggling selling bricks?
Will heaven take me?
Now 25 plus life
Rehabilitate me
These crackers calling me a monster
But they help create me
Shit
Hook: 4x
Look i been scuffling years your honor
That's why i'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Verse 2: kase
Ain't seen my momma since the last time we hung out
Now six years to be exact
Cause she strung out
My getting jobs looking shady, on my application
Now have i ever committed felons?
Look at this shit i'm facing
And now these streets don't get no better for my young niggas
Now the muthafuckers that's coming up is the gravediggers
And i can't seem to trust my niggas
And i grew up with 'em
Folk in my mind at times learn not to fuck with 'em
When i was stuck who could i turn to?
Nobody but jesus
I'm in this world looking up to the gangster's
Looking up to the leaders
Granddaddy had a stroke and grandmomma broke
Who the fuck gone feed us?
Y'all wrapped us in ropes and put us on boats
But y'all really ain't need us
Muthafuck that shit
I got tired of the struggling
??? in the jungle
Can't let a nigga fuck me about this coke
So i learned what was and what wasn't
I'm getting them things at 17
At least gone cop a dozen
You lose yo life
Shit ain't no joke
That's if yo coke is buzzing
Shit
Hook: 4x
Look i been scuffling years your honor
That's why i'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
Mystic(talking)
Now what i'm talking bout
Got niggas doing the dirty dirty
Now what i'm saying
But it can't last dirty to long
Nigga gotta clean up somewhere
So, you know what i'm talking bout
Take a nigga advice and get in and get out baby boy
Cause it ain't all bad
But it ain't all good
Now what i'm talking bout
And the hood dangerous watching out
Everybody shouldn't be po-po
Dealing with the dope dope
So you better watch out boy
Get in and get ouuuut
Hook: 2x
Look i been scuffling years your honor
That's why i'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit
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2. _ The Hotness
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3. _ Thump In The Trunk
[H: (Hater)] [G: (Guy)] [2 niggas talking] [G:] Damn dawg you got cha a donk huh? [H:] Yeah boy, I'm trying ta, knock these niggas off out here boy Put my shit in the game Cause its some niggas out here riding round out here with some crazy shit I don't know what these niggas be thinking bout when they be putting they shit in the shop [G:] Yeah [H:] Yeah boy I'ma knock they dick down this time Like ya boy shit That nigga shit ugly dawg That niggas shit look crazy man [G:] Who?, Who shit u talking bout? [H:] Yeah boy, ya boy Trick man, Man that shit, nigga shit ugly dawg [G:] Yeah [H:] Oh! dang, there go ya boy right there boy [G:] Yeah, yeah [H:] What's happening dawg? Yeah my nigga Trick I was just telling ya boy I gotta get my shit just like yours boy What, what that is a candy on there man [G:] Hold up my nigga, you just said the nigga shit was ugly dawg [H:] Naw man, naw, naw, I was talking bout somebody else man What's happening? [G:] You just said the man shit was ugly Now you switching dawg [Trick Daddy rapping] Yo, wuz up (wuz up) You pussy niggas shut the fuck up (shut up) Put it up, cut it out If the dash board ain't oaked out Hey, yo, young chump Why you got them lil' ass amps in ya trunk That's why ya shit don't thump thump And them rims to young for the donk more free lyrics |
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4. _ Pull The Remix
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5. _ Bricks & Marijuana
[Kase] For my niggas, in the feds My niggas in the pen My niggas ain't gone neva see the streets no mo This one for you nigga Free Buddy Roe [Hook: 2x] Look I been scuffling years your honor That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana Shit [Verse 1:Kase] I been put in the world Living my days ducking k's Was bursting bitches jumping out they Benz's on blades I been scuffling years you honor I swear the God I wanna do for my kid's you honor If you was me then you would see how it is you honor Through all the drama and this rain Nobody felt my pain I went to serving after fame Then shit changed You wonder what am I to do Niggas on my block Am I supposed to be a fuck nigga? Let 'em rope my spot When Jeb Bush pushing life If I tout my weapon Now Ronald Regan was selling guns But it ain't a felony A house on the hills with all these bills I gots to sell 'em My shawty waking up with out his Christmas What the fuck I'ma tell 'em? When I be juggling selling bricks? Will heaven take me? Now 25 plus life Rehabilitate me These crackers calling me a monster But they help create me Shit [Hook: 4x] Look I been scuffling years your honor That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana Shit [Verse 2: Kase] Ain't seen my momma since the last time we hung out Now six years to be exact Cause she strung out My getting jobs looking shady, on my application Now have I ever committed felons? Look at this shit I'm facing And now these streets don't get no better for my young niggas Now the muthafuckers that's coming up is the gravediggers And I can't seem to trust my niggas And I grew up with 'em Folk in my mind at times learn not to fuck with 'em When I was stuck who could I turn to? Nobody but Jesus I'm in this world looking up to the gangster's Looking up to the leaders Granddaddy had a stroke and grandmomma broke Who the fuck gone feed us? Y'all wrapped us in ropes and put us on boats But y'all really ain't need us Muthafuck that shit I got tired of the struggling ??? in the jungle Can't let a nigga fuck me about this coke So I learned what was and what wasn't I'm getting them things at 17 At least gone cop a dozen You lose yo life Shit ain't no joke That's if yo coke is buzzing Shit [Hook: 4x] Look I been scuffling years your honor That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana Shit [Mystic(Talking)] Now what I'm talking bout Got niggas doing the dirty dirty Now what I'm saying But it can't last dirty to long Nigga gotta clean up somewhere So, you know what I'm talking bout Take a nigga advice and get in and get out baby boy Cause it ain't all bad But it ain't all good Now what I'm talking bout And the hood dangerous watching out Everybody shouldn't be po-po Dealing with the dope dope So you better watch out boy Get in and get ouuuut [Hook: 2x] Look I been scuffling years your honor That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana Shit more free lyrics |
6. _ For All My Ladies
(chorus)
To all of my ladies gettin money makin these niggas pay (get money)
All of them haters gonna hate you don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin money tryin to pay these bills (get money)
Make these niggas help you mami, make em keep it real
(verse 1)
Gimme the keys to the bently that's right
Me and my girls goin out tonight.
And i don't wanna fight tonight, give my bread up, ain't nothin you can do when
A woman's fed up.
And i'm fed up nigga, shed up nigga, gone bout your business, get my bread up
Nigga, foe i find me a player who can treat me better, dick me to sleep, or eat
Me better.
You want a real bitch who gon fuck you and feed you?, uh uh fuck nigga i don't
Need ya
And you ain't gotta love me or like me, and hell no i don't wanna be your wifey
Cause i'm a bad bitch born to ball, and when you go to jail fuck nigga don't
Call
You want me to stay? nigga you gon pay. gimme that dough playboy don't play
(chorus)
(verse 2)
I ain't finna cook, clean, babysit, or housekeep
Gimme 20 g's drop me on south beach
Let me shop til i drop, spend til i faint
Burn up 20, get another 10 out the bank.
Let me show you how a hot girl get bread, all that fuck me for free shit been
Dead.
I need a player in my life trillion dollars, that's gon leave diamonds round my
Collar.
Lil mama, m-i-a-'s finest, the baddest bitch call me your highness.
Slip-n-slide on fire and you know that
I know you like the way lil mama throw that
I know you like the way lil mama shake that
Player if you got a bank, i'ma break that
Ms. trina, hottest thang on the south coast, i got these fuck niggaz trippin
Off they house note
(chorus)repeat
(verse 3)
These niggaz will play you if you let em, promise you the world, try to make
You sweat em.
If a nigga got b's, girl you better get em, if a nigga dead broke, fuck em and
Forget him
Move on to the bigger trick with the bigger dick, get him off glass girl
That'll get him quick.
Cause niggaz ain't shit but some dick and balls and i ain't got no love i'll
Trick em all.
You gotta get them before they get you, fuck me for free, i ain't wit that shit
Boo.
Gotta treat them just like they treat you, if they want they dick sucked, then
Make him eat you
Never let em beat you or mistreat you, make a nigga pay a bill before he freak
You, uh, cause money mean the world to me, it ain't shit in this muthafuckin
World for free
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7. _ Survivin The Drought
verse1:(duece)
Last year was a good year ask the click
But this year was scared down to our last half of brick
Trying to survive in the drought wher it aint no blow
It aint no piece yo it aint no dough
Yo 95 south sun roof moon light
Popos tight down before the turnpike
The last lick went sour feds jammed the blow
But like a weather man its a light chance of snow
Lay low at the bottom at th tell
Wait patient for my haitian to hit me on the cell
Cause my haitian cartell they always work
They even got shit when the cubans were hurt
Nigga hit back he aint got no dope
He said the coast gaurd just knocked off the boat
He said the feds in texas they out of control
Knocking off major bricks with the boarder patrol
A nigga couldnt rap long cause the phones they be wired up
I be god damned the whole east coast is dried up
A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base
Ridind round with the block fed in the breif case
(chorus)
Surviving in the drought where it aint no blow
It aint no piece yo it aint no dough
It aint no bricks no chips no food
So tell me what the fuck am i suppose to do
(repeat 2x)
Verse:2(duece)
(conversation)
In the drought i look the dope fiend right in the grill
Slang him a asprin or a vitamin pill
In the drought niggas panic when that money stop
Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks
Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop
Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock
Watcha a nigga get got
Now he wanna hit pop
He wanna brain wrestle he dont know i got my shit cockd
Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tak
Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back
A player fucked up till that drought go down
A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come round
Im stuck a player fucked up now im finna come back up
Its back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded
The base heads happy and my workers show love it
M y dog hit the lick about two hundred birds
Off a bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nerves
Now cubans is beeping and the haitians is calling
Im back to slanging whole chickens popping cases and balling
I got to put the team on so im looking them up
Rj he the chef he be cooking them up
While im whipping em flipping breaking emdown
With the straight razor chipping em
We got em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball
Jumping for that how high this year gone cost yall
Since we the only niggas wit it
Its the lick of a life time
Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line
Thise time im gone sit on me bout ten
Cause you never know when that drought coming again
Surviving in the drought,surviving in the drought
(chorus) repeat 2 x
Music playes until song fades off
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8. _ Somebody Shoulda Told Ya
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9. _ I'm A Thug
[CHORUS 1X] I don't know what this world's gonna bring But I know one thing that this is the life for me Baby cause I'm a thug All day every day Baby cause I'm a thug Wouldn't change for the world Uh huh cause I'm a thug That's right you heard Baby cause I'm a thug Uh huh oh yeah [TRICK DADDY] (check it out) Could it be my baggy jeans Or my gold teeth That make me different from ya'll Ain't trippin dog But listen dog I've been raised a little different dog I'm just doing my thang These are my ghetto slangs And I'm representing thug shit This who I roll with Watch them niggas that's gonna love this Niggas who out on bond On the run Got 10 years on parole Since you can't say it dog I'ma say it for ya'll Motherfuck the po-po's Fuck the judge and CEO's Fuck the DA and PO's Fuck the family of the victim Witness that's snitchin ass hoes nigga [CHORUS 1X] [TRICK DADDY] See I'm so tight Niggas be like That nigga got so many hoes And I know he got clout Look at his mouth That nigga got so many golds Niggas be tellin they hoes To set em up with that nigga Bitch I've been watch you watchin him You must wanna fuck this nigga My name alone Been known to break up happy homes No disrespect dog but you aint have no business Answering her phone If your ass wasn't home Me and her been get get gettin it on And you couldn't have been hitting her right Cause every second night she been hitting the phones She want a thug [CHORUS 1X] [TRICK DADDY] Since ya'll niggas wanna smoke the blunts tote the guns I'ma show you how to thug it dog Give me half a pill And some zephanyll And I'm like fuck it dog As long as my extasy got the best of me And none of you niggas aint stressin me I got one request in this bitch You can have the rest of this shit If a nigga drop some shit And it's wack as hell And don't make no damn sense Take it back Talk about it And tell your dog don't even buy that shit And I don't care who he is Or where he from I represent thug shit And you ain't gotta give me my props Or nominate me Cause dammit I love this [CHORUS 2X] more free lyrics |
10. _ Where U From
[Trick] Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga Take off Y'all know what time it is Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas Seminola niggas, Bahhas, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox, Wynwood niggas Richmond Heights, Perine niggas Homestead niggas, Florida City niggas Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas South Miami niggas Opa-Locka niggas (South Miami Heights too) Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right [Verse 1: Trick] I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby Dubs or better, candy's and leather What you want nigga Two do's, Fo' do's We call 'em donk's nigga Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's My verse is seven pounds My shit be getting down I got a seven Trick ducking they can't catch me now Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and I'mpala's I'll holla dawg ??? the age, straight or shady I still beat it baby Married twice, five kids I still eat it lady Ain't no shit shady ??? till I see better days Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way ??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders Got that fire You want get hi' so want you come on over Boy I'm a powder head X-man, X-cons I got them boys all the way from Marathon to West Palm Call me the butcher man The cookie cook it man I got a soft You wanna hard I guess I'll burn it then [Trick Daddy Hook:] Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and I'mpala's I'll holla dawg [Repeat] [Verse 2: Trina] I like 'em rugged guns Thugged, cold blooded nigga Pinky ringing blinging And rollie platinum flooded nigga Don't want no buster's either You got to pay this diva And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya Cause I'm the baddest bitch Ballin' with the baddest clique I make ya money disappear like a magic trick A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce Selen suits looking cute with the matching boots I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it I'ma first round draft pick Y'all bitches getting traded I'm triple X rated Pussy stay soakin' wet I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet [Trina Hook:] It's Miss Trina baby I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash Holla back ladies [Repeat] [Trick Daddy] New York niggas DC niggas Detroit niggas Va niggas Ga niggas All around worldwide nigga [Verse 3: Deuce Poppito] I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter Fo' show do Room is full of pimps and thugs Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs Banging like Krypts and Bloods We wiping slugs Our enemies dripping blood Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box When I ride the blocks I always hide my glocks In the dash board next to my passport In the double S I paid thirteen cash for My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop With the one stop shop Heroin, weed, and rocks I feed the block And ride the strip in a tinted drop And I even met the niggas who invented rocks I got the block game from the county of Dade A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link I pray to God the boat carryin that coke don't sink, what [Deuce Hook:] It's Deuce Poppie nigga I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers Whassup, holla nigga [Repeat] more free lyrics |
11. _ Can't Fuck With The South
[Verse One: Trick Daddy] Anybody wanna motherfucking die, come see I Who me? T-double D nigga That's right that's motherfucking me nigga (huh) And got damn it if I said it, I motherfuckin meant it If it was fully I motherfucking spit it, fuck whoever I offended Hold on! Wait one motherfucking minute Y'all ho's y'all know how the game go Fuck everyday never hit the same ho From M-I-A that's where I stay baby Bout money and I don't even play baby If a nigga ever was to go broke, click click Y'all niggas seen this shit before Real niggas know how to make a way I make niggas who creep stay the fuck away [Hook: JV] You can't fuck with me or my dogs Representing double S Haters fuck y'all I don't give a fuck who ya run with Tout guns with You don't run shit over here Cause we can both die right now I don't fuck with you So don't fuck with me I'm just trying to get my shit together I'm making money with my click forever We all fam and we stick together [Verse Two: Trick Daddy] Huh, see back in the days before niggas like me There was niggas like you infuriating my crew I got sick of this shit Say one day here's what a nigga gon' do Staking out in hummers we spittin on 'em All hating ass niggas fuck it we'll kill 'em I'm sick of 'em And they can't do shit for 'em (They wanna go to war) Oh well I got big guns Its T-double-D y'all Okay my AK's on full y'all This one here on me dog But the next time no cameras no TV dog If you a real nigga just like me dog And you like living just like me dog You know when you rap niggas blow up and don't show up And that ain't even me dog [Hook 2x: JV] You can't fuck with me or my dogs Representing double S Haters fuck y'all I don't give a fuck who ya run with Tout guns with You don't run shit over here Cause we can both die right now I don't fuck with you So don't fuck with me I'm just trying to get my shit together I'm making money with my click forever We all fam and we stick together [Verse Three: JV] It's a whole lot of niggas out here Don't wanna see me JV flowin, Hennesey pouring Knowing where a nigga came from, where a nigga going Take a look, I'm the best thing showing, blowing Smoking on the best thing growing Tighten up You don't wanna be for a nigga like me See that's where ya slip Now I gotta slide in the clip Flip, take another sip Bust ya in ya lip with the gat Man I don't play like that We taking this shit back, right now The game the same, the whole damn thing Oh naw I ain't playin witcha man, I'll be there when I get there Oh shit yeah Ain't nothing else finna be the same nigga [Hook 2x: JV] You can't fuck with me or my dogs Representing double S Haters fuck y'all I don't give a fuck who ya run with Tout guns with You don't run shit over here Cause we can both die right now I don't fuck with you So don't fuck with me I'm just trying to get my shit together I'm making money with my click forever We all fam and we stick together more free lyrics |
12. _ Amerika
what these bitches want
Dmx] uhh..
[sisqo] dmx, sisqo
[dmx] yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga?
[sisqo] dru hill, yaknahmsayin?
[dmx] what these bitches want from a nigga?
[sisqo] hmmmmmmmmm (ruff ryders) dmx break em off
[dmx] what these bitches want from a nigga?
[sisqo] break em off, some..
[dmx]
Aiyyo!! dog, i meet bitches, discrete bitches
Street bitches, slash, cocoa puff sweet bitches (what?)
Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not d (uhh)
I fuck with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they shit
Then i'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, i'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know i got a wife
And even though that pussy tight i'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (what?)
I gave you, you gave me - bitch, i blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
Willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, i'm like, "aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me boo, a nut (f'real)"
Chorus: sisqo
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want.. (what you want)
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want..
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl i bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me!
(so what you want?)
[dmx]
There was brenda, latisha, linda, felicia (okay)
Dawn, leshaun, ines, and alicia (ooh)
Teresa, monica, sharron, nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, veronica, karen, vicky (damn)
Cookies, well i met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?)
Tonya, diane, lori and carla (okay)
Marina (uhh) selena (uhh) katrina (uhh) sabrina (uhh)
About three kim's (what?) latoya, and tina (whoo!)
Shelley, bridget, cavi, rasheeda (uh-huh)
Kelly, nicole, angel, juanita (damn!)
Stacy, tracie, rohna, and ronda (what?)
Donna, ulanda (what?) tawana, and wanda (what?)
Were all treated fairly but yet and still
Bitches is on some other shit now that i'm fuckin wit dru hill
But i'ma keep it real (what?)
What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
Chorus (w/ minor variations)
[dmx]
Aiyyo, i think about when a nigga didn't have (yeah)
And a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See now i do the math, i see if you got this
And this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?)
And that's all they fuckin with, but see these bitches don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on door, no show, i'm sleep tryin to creep
Wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep
[sisqo - singing over dub chorus]
X let me talk to em for a minute
Oooohhh i know i know it's so hard to be
A victim of my reality
Heard you callin me names, said i was trife
One thing you gotta know, i'ma be a nigga for life
Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chorus 2x (w/ sisqo ad-libs)
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13. _ Where You From?
[trick daddy]
Ta, told ya i was gone do it for ya nigga
Take off
Y'all know what time it is
Liberty city nigga, 6-1, pokabean, carol city niggas
Seminole niggas, bal harbour, hialeah niggas, matchbox
Wynnwood niggas, richmond heights, homestead niggas,
Florida city niggas, overtown niggas (ot), coconut grove niggas
South miami niggas, opa locka niggas
Trick daddy dollars y'all, that's right
Verse 1: (trick)
I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old chevy's baby
Dubs or better, candy's and leather
What you want nigga
Two do's, fo' do's
We call 'em donk's nigga
Breaker breaker its dade county on the number line
Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's
My verse is seven pounds
My shit be getting down
I got a seven
Trick ducking they can't catch me now
Trick daddy dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin' city of caprice's and impala's
I'll holla dawg
??? the age, straight or shady
I still beat it baby
Married twice, five kids
I still eat it lady
Ain't no shit shady ??? till i see better days
Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way
??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
Got that fire
You want get hi' so want you come on over
Boy i'm a powder head
X-man, x-cons
I got the boys all way from marathon to west palm
Call me the butcher man
The cookie cook it man
I got a soft
You wanna hard
I guess i'll burn it then
(trick daddy hook):
Trick daddy dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin city of caprice's and impala's
I'll holla dawg
(repeat)
Verse 2: trina
I like 'em rugged guns
Thugged, cold blooded nigga
Pinky ring blinging
And rollie platinum flooded nigga
Don't want no buster's either
You got to pay this diva
And if ya money ain't long nigga ion't see ya
Cause i'm the baddest bitch
Ballin' with the baddest clique
I make ya money disappear like a magic trick
A classy chick but i can still get it, spit it, watch it
I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl beyonce
Silen suits looking cute with the matching boots
I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit
You know my click, deuce poppie and my nigga trick
The lost tribe, tre-6 and we rolling thick
The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it
I'ma first round draft pick
Y'all bitches getting traded
I'm triple x rated
Pussy stay soakin' wet
I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet
(trina hook):
It's miss trina baby
I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash
Holla back ladies
(repeat)
[trick daddy]
New york niggas
Dc niggas
Detroit niggas
Va niggas
Ga niggas
All around worldwide nigga
Verse 3: deuce poppito
I throw a bullet atcha like a danny marino floater
I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter
Fo' show do
Room is full of pimps and thugs
Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
Banging like krypts and bloods
We wiping slugs
Our enemies dripping blood
Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud
To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box
When i ride the blocks i always hide my glocks
In the dash board next to my passport
In the double s i paid thirteen cash for
My name is richard nixon but they screaming deuce pop
With the one stop shop
Heroin, weed, and rocks
I feed the block
And ride the strio in a tinted drop
And i even met the niggas who invented rocks
I got the block game from the county of dade
A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid
We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link
I pray the god that boat carryin' that coke don't sink, what
(deuce hook):
It's deuce poppie nigga
I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Whassup, holla nigga
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14. _ 99 Problems
[Verse 1] I got a bitch with pearls a bitch teeth with golds A bitch on da shelf and a bitch that's sold I got a bitch down low and a bitch I'm doing publicly A bitch I cant stand and the bitches still lovin me I got a bitch I beep a bitch I call a bitch in thongs and one in Regular draws I got a bitch thats a bout and we fuck in the car Two bitches thats down with a may-nah-sej-twa I got a bitch in a corola a bitch in a bentley A bitch who aint lose her virginity yet I got a bitch thats a thug and she carry a gat A bitch that look like Kim and one that look like Da Brat I got a Bitch thats a freak and she's fienin Fa dick I got a bitch from Peru and she no speak a english I got so many bitches they get done I got 99 problems and a Bitch aint one [Verse 2] I got a broke Bitch stay broke with no ends I got a bitch who loves weed but never be smokin A Ho bitch who be fuckin her friends ---- Yappin bitches who be up in my faces with yo shit I got bitches that know shit a hustlin blow bitch A bitch that gotta choppa and she with it I knows this A bitch who got a boyfriend a bitch with a Ho A bitch who like to sniff it off the tip of yo joe I got a bitch who on welfare a bitch who on ex A bitch who like to lye I met her threw lex I got 32 fat bitches 18 sluts 64 noodles and a bitch in a truck I got so many bitches and they love to get done I got 99 problems and a bitch aint one [2x] [Chorus] Dont give a fuck about a bitch Aint gotta worry about a bitch I got so many bitches that get done I got 99 problems and a bitch aint ONE [2x] [Verse 3] I got big bootie bitches Big tittie bitches Cornbread eatin ass from the city bitches Bitches from the dirty south bitch from the bay A bitch who in that video with snoop and dre I got a ride or die bitch a bitch who still cloth A bitch who say she badder then all of u hoes I got a nasty bitch a prankters bitch A two time offendin ass gangsta bitch See I'm Money Mark Diggular a playa fa sho Hit them 16-60 blind criple or po Its u is or u aint bitch let me know Cause I got a whole team but I'm lookin fa mo I got so many bitches and they love to get done I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one [2x] [background] shake that ass ho shake that ass ho shake that ass ho shake that ass ho shake that ass ho shake that ass ho Tre plus Tre Plus more free lyrics |
15. _ Have My Cheese
[J.V.] The game done switched Niggas who was po' got rich Niggas who was real turned snitched Ain't that a bitch? That's why I get mine on the low Hustle 'til a nigga can't ball no mo' Fall to the flo' Cause the shit don't stop Shit get real right here, Money Mark J to the Dot I make shit hot I don't even really wanna hear what you got Just sign me right when I come for my cheese Ain't too many niggas down like these Stand right there while I count my B's If anything missin' get a hole in your knees Freeze I might talk low but I don't stutter Hot ones go right through like butter If you feel like a big dog, bite don't ball Hell, you can get it too if I pull your card [Trick Daddy] Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'Cause I go crazy [repeat] [Money Mark] I keep flow plus hoes on the side of me Plus I'm playin' these noodles like ivory I make 'em ride for me Tounge kiss 'em make 'em die for me I get their cheddar then I'm outtie, see I'm fien to seen all means for the dough Chop a nigga down if my greens don't grow Y'all know about flow So niggas stop puttin' up a front And give a muthafucka what he want 'Fo you end up in the trunk of the dunk witcha hoe Layin' on my hot ass amps like "oh" Nigga think it's a game Remember Money sparks the name And it ain't no thang to do a nigga 'bout change See I love money man If cane involved then nigga you a lost cause Shit, I'll hit you with my razor blade Cut off your balls Sit you in some alcohol (Aaaah!) Oh Lord! [Trick Daddy] Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'Cause I go crazy [repeat] [J.V.] I gotta get me fa sho the whole 9 So when the sun hit me they say "whoa now" "He done blowed now" "J.V. outta control now" And if they didn't bet they know now And I don't floss but you gotta know it cost Don't like the boats but you know I'm goin' off You know who the boss Who gon' win and who lost And when it's by J.V. you know I want it all, hmm Is they in love with the dubs or the lex? Or do they know I'm just as good as it gets? You wanna go next? If so we can hit it Long as you know J.V. out to get it 'Cause when it's 'bout my cheese - I'ma clown for mine If it's B's or it's G's - I gets down for mine Bust rounds for mine Put you face in the ground for mine I'ma hound for mine Hell bound for mine [Trick Daddy] Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'Cause I go crazy [repeat] Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy 'Cause I go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy [repeat until fade] more free lyrics |
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