Book of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47

Trick daddy f/ trina, co & deuce poppito

Chorus:
(trick daddy)
Ah-ha
Okay
What's up?
Shut up
(4 times)

Verse 1:
(trick daddy)
Ridin' 'round in my brand new '99, 4 do' volvo
I got a pocket full of bs
Cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go though
But all my boca boys they know though
That's fo' sho' though
(are those bugle boy jeans you're wearing?)
Hell nah, ho, you know they polo
I been used again
Choosed again
This time been wrong to chop somethin' dumped by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the benz
Hatin' season was in
Hell, 'cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason being
But i'm the man for this
While ya'll was doin' fine, i was doin' time
Just prayin' for this
Locked up, make a plan for this
Without all that fancy shit
Way too advanced for this
Just polo socks, tanks top, and drawers upunder my pants and shit
Shut up

Chorus (8 times)

Verse 2:
(trina)
Okay, who's the baddest bitch
Been real, been rich, been done had this shit
Big benz, big house and shit
That's right, okay
I been down with trick
Okay, it make sense to me
'cause if your money ain't right you speakin' french to me
Miss trina, don't play wit me
Or you can say miss big, it's okay wit me
You need a grand just to speak to me
Okay, now you straight wanna sleep wit me?
Okay, you better be fo' sho'
'cause i done left niggas like you stuck before
Okay,  you can ball wit me
Since you got a hot knot, spend it all wit me
Okay, ya'll know what's up
Okay, uh-huh, i ride
Shut up

Chorus

Verse 3:
(co)
This goes out to my nigga rolls
And them pretty ass jazzy hoes
Bitch, what's up
C-o got a verse in the book of thugs
So when i come through, bitch, show me love
Everybody that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it up
I got two rolls of them phat hoes
Late night and i'm ready to bust
Are you okay?
Look like you got a lot to say
Okay, come wit it
Niggas keep hidin' your ho, what you do that fo'
Me and money mark be done hit it
Been done split it
Okay, playboy
Fuck you say, boy?
Don't even much bring your ho 'round c
Niggas ya'll better quit fuckin' wit me
Shut up

Chorus

Verse 4:
(deuce poppito)
Lay down, playboy what's up?
What about the slugs in your head and your gut
What's up with the keys to the truck
Your niggas ain't got bs in the cut
What' up with the safe, what's the combo?
Open that shit, nigga, fuck all the convo
Say shin, what's up wit ya haitian
Party out, birds at the safe house, waitin'
What's up, why you strutted, d
I ain't 'bout shit, but a quarter key
Nigga ya better not be playin' me
You gon' bleed to death, you understand me
What's up
You ready to go?
You ready to tongue kiss with the new 4-4
What's up
Nigga say somethin'
Set your crime, ready to spray something'
Gun play, how i got the stripes
2-4 k turned out the lights
Gun play, how i got the stripes
2-4 k turned out the lights

Chorus (8 times)

[trick]
I tellin ya boy i got them boys
Dog i be tryin to tell em

Verse 1: trick daddy, the lost tribe

You can't catch me boy
Don't upset me boy
Touch me my dog a wet 'cha boy
Never disrespect me boy
Dog you better check ya' boy
Cause i'll never thirty-eight 'cha i'll tech ya boy
Pray to god protect ya boy
Cause when it's on it's like electra boy
I know you wanna go home but we ain't gone let 'cha boy
And if my money ain't right you better stretch it boy
Cause when it's bout that bread i'm sweat 'cha boy
You see i'm riding round in a lexus boy
Cause we rob a lot like a texas boy
And if ya aint slip-n-slide i'll wreck ya boy
Give me fifty feet stay out my section boy
Disrespecting hoes like we sexist boy
You know a nigga keep a smith and wesson boy
I don't mean no harm just protection boy
We can shoot it out like a western boy

Chorus: repeat 2x

I suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)

Verse 2: (trick daddy)

I went ahead and bought that benzo boy
That bitch with 20-inch lorenzo's boy
And the big crib is hittin boy
Bought me rollie with them bulletproof windows boy
Cause them jack boys you know that got the energy boy
Fuck if i offend ya boy
Got a place i'll send ya' boy
And a clip i'll lend ya' boy
Tell the morgue that a real nigga send ya' boy
Cause i bend ya' boy
And i want every dime that ya' got boy
I need some d's on my drop boy
And two ki's in the spot boy
See the real niggaz just want stop boy
Huh, we on top boy

Chorus:

I suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)

Verse 3: the lost tribe

You can't fuck with the south boy
Watch'cha mouth boy
Fucking with the tribe in this game a take ya' out boy
In 95 south find another route boy
It ain't hard for us to show you what we 'bout boy
Leave ya' dead with out a trace boy
I'm at 'cha funeral and i can't see ya' face boy
Ya brain is a terrible thing to waste boy
And ain't 'cha way to fast for ya' pace boy
It aint no thang for me to catch another case boy
Stay in ya place boy
Cause i'll have ya' ass erased boy

Verse 4: the lost tribe

When this shit hit the fat you gone feel it boy
You wanna fuck around with faith i'ma seal it boy
I put a hole in ya' can't nobody heal it boy
We got this shit locked can't nobody steal it boy
I'm tryin' to stash somethin' close to a million boy
Is ya' with me lost tribe (yeah i feel ya boy)
This shit serious boy
I know ya curious boy
You wanna know why we livin luxurious boy
You hearin righteous funk boogie on this track here boy
You better straighten up and learn how to act here boy
Ain't no smack here boy
You get jack here boy
And when we finish you'll never come back here boy

Chorus:

So i suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)

Verse 5: jv & the lost tribe

Niggaz' like us we off glass hope ya heard me boy
My dogs deal dirty early in the morning boy
Ain't no yawning boy
I gotta keep a eye on what we earning boy
Keep them things turning boy
Who you referring boy
I'll burn ya' boy
Mind ya' business cause this here don't concern ya' boy
I'm trying to warn ya' boy
I'll toy turn ya' boy
Ya betta move the way slip-n-slide tell ya boy
Ya betta have me fo i big worm ya boy
I'll put some fire to that ass that'll learn ya boy

So i suggest you don't let me get 'cha boy
Guarantee a right cross gone split 'cha boy
Is this ya' boy
Then ya better come and get 'cha boy
Go to the morgue and enlist ya' boy
And if ya' violate my turf i'm gone get with 'cha boy
Man, ain't nobody gone miss ya boy
Last thing you wanna do is go and piss me boy
Get the picture boy
Fuck ho's get richer boy
Keep one eye open for the snitcher's boy
That bullet proof vest want protect ya' boy
I got a chopper in the trunk that a wet 'cha boy
You better pray and hope god don't forget 'cha boy
[..]
Fucking with me {until fade}
- trick daddy comes in after 4th fucking with me to say:

Don't fuck around and let 'em get 'cha boy
Cause if you do i'm going all out with 'cha boy {until fade}

Verse 1: money mark

It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets
Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets
Nigga's bleeding in the streets
So i don't go, unless i'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger up
And i'm ridin' for buddy roe
Cause he jammed in it
My dog got slammed in it
I even lost bam in it, wait a damn minute
This the street life, cracker think a nigga fadeless
Cause i'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, fuck this nigga
Nigga's life for dope and nigga's die for dope
And nigga's die cause they live on dope
And i remember when i told 'cha roe
I would've shed blood for ya'
A nigga still got much love for ya'
Nigga, believe that, and yeah money mark mean that
Until the day a nigga lean back
This how a nigga show you real love
A dedication to them real thugs
Cause we the last one's livin'

Chorus: (repeat 2x) trick daddy

All i need to get on is a few good men with big guns
We can break buddy roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh

Verse 2: trick daddy

I'm 'bout a g short, not bees
One of my (???) got caught with three ki's
And he ain't taking no pleas
Ride or die, holla thug life
I know the feeling, i know exactly what it look like
Buddy roe you better hold on
Cause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha ass for so long
And they'll ship ya' ass so far
They'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' car
Hell, i rather the go to war with 'em
They got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'em
Bullets that explode in 'em
Huh, and i don't see no vest
But cha'll know the rest
That rapid fire hit 'em right in the chest
His mammy gotta right 'em a check
For the rose for the dead man
Huh, you understand, nigga it's thug life again

Chorus: repeat 4x

All i need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break buddy roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh

Trick daddy talking:
Thug life nigga fuck nigga's die in thug life
Fuck nigga's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeed
Fuck nigga's ain't gone never have no money
Cause them real nigga's can take it
Fuck nigga's can keep calling the police
You fuck nigga's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a nigga
This motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cunt
Dick sucking, dick licking ass,
Dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga,
Ya'll nigga's know who ya'll is
Fuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killers
One time for the dope dealers
One time for any motherfucker in america, who 'bout some war
'bout some legal getting money shit, tax free biiitch!!!

Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x

(trick daddy inhaling)
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here

Mystikal:
I heard about you trick brah, i know what ya'll smoke down yo' way
That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy

Trick:
It ain't gone kill you nigga

Mystikal:
Say dog i smoke that, i smoke chronic, you need to stop

Chorus:

I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin'
I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw i don't think so
I tryin' to stop smokin' (i'm tryin'),
Smokin' (i'm tryin'), smokin' (i'm tryin')
I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw i don't think so

Verse 1: (trick daddy)

This time i had to get physical,
So i went and got that nigga (mystikal)
He was like (come from), i say i got pounds in this bitch to blow
Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo'
I know this dread named fred next do' and i'm hitting' his ho
Got damn it, i'm blowed
Behind the wheel and i can't even see the road
Done smoked fo' joe's and got three mo' already rolled
I shouldn't drive my shit when i'm high, i might tear it up
Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up
Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze
But i ain't afraid cause i now see life from so many ways
Done smoked up so many j's
Been high for so many days
So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay

Chorus (repeat 4x)

I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (i'm tryin'),
Smokin' (i'm tryin'), smokin' (i'm tryin')
I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw i don't think so

(train effects)

Verse 2: mystikal

I be puffing like a choo-choo train
Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team
I got the urge for light green,
The same way a fiend crave for ice cream
Smoke that, what track that, shit we ain't rollin' to be looking at
So much smoke becoming out the window
Bitches in the next car saying daddy what that
We be smoking on the green,
Give me fifty dollar ??? i be coming in the hood
But you ain't got to worry 'bout catching no motherfucking headache
Under stress i be smoking on the good shit
No matter where i'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing
Hold ya breathe if you can't take it,
Cause if ya with me and i got motherfucker i'm lightin'
Not trying to say i'm no hype,
But after killing 'gars then i know i be tight
And i been smoking all motherfucking day
And i'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night
That's why my chest be hurting and i sleep so much
And i can't remember shit
I went to the emergency room already, i think i better quit

Chorus (repeat 4x)

Mystikal & trick daddy: (talking)

Chorus comes back in till fade

Could it be, you and me?
Could it be? (heh heh)
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(fallin' in love heh heh)
Could it be, you and me? (for my thugs y'all, nigga)

Trick daddy:
Very sleek, gotta sneak,
Peepin', creepin',
Turn it up my homeboy,
Tellin' lies, to the guys, like nigga i'm goin' home boy.
Hittin' the back streets, wanna see my boo.
Gotta gift for two, for you ,
And something for your mama too.
Thinkin' ‘bout ya all day, in a thug way.
What a homie do with moms, with a moms and it can't wait.
Tongue tied, bitch ain't lie,
She in love to the lil' guy, and ya know,
Showin love to the lil' guy.
Suckin', fuckin', touchin' one another,
On top of the covers.
Let's get some air up in this mutha fucka.
And she was callin' my name, and tellin' me thangs,
I can't explain.
So for ever we should always be together.(shit)
Sweet love, slow tongue kissin', and hugs.
I'm on a mission, wishin', kissin' that belly button.
She hum a song, that got me on.
And it won't be long before i reach the zone.
Move along, how ever long.
To eat the zone, pressure stones, when you reach that zone.
The bitch go home and leave them crooked bitches alone.
Make your kids, and your wife, and your whole life.
It'll be hard at first but hold tight.

Chorus:
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am i fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am i fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am i fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am i fallin' in love, oh no)

Trick daddy:
Could it be that i'm lost in myself,
Cought up in my self, tryin' to keep it real,
But all that wilin' is costin' myself.
Could it be i'm scared of the love.
Y'all want a turn to get so scandalous
This thug nigga just can't handle this.

Twista:
But the i neva met a girl that could role a philly like you
You could see i like you, when i kick my flow who feel it like you.
You was lookin' so sexy when you got out yo' white,
Checkin' out yo' thigh.
The dreams of a fine girl, i see out my eye,
She about yo' size.
Don't really seem like the type that'll really mutha fuck with drama,
So nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so it's me she seem to hona.
These other hoes don't get showed lately, me and her been hangin'.
Smokin', drankin', keepin' her shit tight,
Swangin' all in a midnight bangin',
Never trippin', but i'm tippin', or just kickin' it with my dawgs.
We ball with them niggas tellin' me my nose been open,
Ever since i hit them drawls.
I tell them i'm still a pimp,
I don't really want ya but i just pretend.
Cuz i damn near kick it with you the same way i be trippin' out with them.
Trick daddy won't rat on me, he told me, “twista,
Don't kick it how we get what, long as you handle your business, mista?
So i sit back and say, “fuck it?pick up the phone and call my bitch up
Started thankin', is it all in the bud or am i fallin' in love.
(fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
Fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
Fallin' in love, fallin' in love,)

Trick daddy:
(could it be, you and me, you and me, could it be,
You and me, this that thug shit, what, say it.)

Chorus:
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am i fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am i fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am i fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that i'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am i fallin' in love, oh no)