Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - Fuckin' Around

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[Chorus]

Yall niggas keep fuckin around

Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground

I ain't no busta see, yall niggas better stop fuckin wit me

[Kase 1]

I hit the clown in the dirt

Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt

The first nigga quick to get it first

Call the paramedics cuz the police be stealing from the herse

I aim it at ya hat when I burst

If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat niggas first

And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb

Slap that bitch on the third

Nigga done caught wit a slurr

Cant see shit but a blurr

Crank up that Chevey let her purr

We all from the curve

Bitch niggas runnin up nerve

I aint gone let u die

And I (?) Tag a man

Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan

Bitch I'm a mutha fuckin jacka man

And Understand when the mutha fuckin crack is stayin

[Trick Daddy]

Yall mutha fuckers better run cuz we got bombs

Plus we got guns that take off arms

Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84

And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigga who aint feelin' this rhyme

And ain't feelin' this vibe

To many niggas goose neckin my ride

But okay my A.K fully

Yall niggas watch how u step to me

And yall young niggas back the fuck up

And don't make me act the fuck up

Cuz it al' be another war

I'll kill every mutha fucker that yall know

Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law

Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe

Now I ain't claim to be a saint

And no got damn serial killer

I just wanna know my nigga what made u disrespect a nigga

What u thought I was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor

Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fuck nigga I'm gone catch ya

[Chorus 2x]

[Young Jezzy]

Been got my B's got my cheese

Fuck nigga u dont play wit the Jeezz

Cock back aim and squeeze

Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees

My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch

My Ol' girl didnt raise no bitch

U outta line I'll kill u bitch

Now put that shit on my chick

Man I pull bout 26 bitches

Gotta perk shit 26 inches

On the concrete nigga

Gotta lace on the concrete nigga

At least when I rap a lot

Break down hoes in the trap a lot

Fuck nigga I got crypt for days

Slip n' Slide wit them boys from Dade

305 to the 404, G' shit we'll take ya hoe

Look dawg we'll take ya bricks

Then u gone cop some candy shit

Fuck nigga I hope it's worth it

Spray ya ass like a job from Perfect

Gay niggas suck a dick ATL Dade county and Trick

[Chorus]

[T.I.]

Aye,aye yall suck ass niggas keep playin wit me

Fuck around see me wit a A.K on the streets

Start bussin makin mutha fuckers lay in the streets

All cuz of what a nigga say on the beat

Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least

From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key

Instead of all that attention u were payin to me

U should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin

But I know most niggas aint built like that

Just know old niggas get killed like that

U dont wanna fuck around wit Tip like that

Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that

Niggas wanna talk shit and cock duce

Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin

So u can run high and tell lies if u want to

But when i fuck around and run up on u what u gone do

[Chorus]

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