Good God, aha ha Yo trick I think we done, did it again man Miami's finest, T double D Y'all know who we be I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and
I'm still a pimp I don't really want ya but I just pretend 'Cause I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin' out with them Trick daddy won
I tellin' ya, boy I got them boys Dog I be tryin' to tell 'em You can't catch me, boy, don't upset me, boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha, boy Never disrespect
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 sittin' in tha cut, smokin' on wha? Hataz betta watch out for tha butt I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha? Yea, I'm real wit it
okay what's up? Shut up 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
Mystikal, the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here I heard about you Trick brah, I know what y'all smoke down yo' way That bitch there smell dirty,
'Posed to be, the land of the Free I don't see how count me in Oh, America, oh, America, yeah America, America Sweet land of Liberty y'all I'm doing
I'll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy [Incomprehensible] you like you need, baby Let's slip an' slide together An' we'll go get this
Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic I just might have to toss this
in the days When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are the days [Chorus: Trick
but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it Oh, Oh, Ho You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it Trick Daddy Had another baby
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass Fuck around and kill yo ass (Say what?) I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass I'm having
[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,
whoa now bitch,yah fill me whoa now.peace an if dont like well than shit on u.
[Old lady (girl)] Hello (Hello um.. is Tony home) No Tony ain't here baby he not here (Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message) Yeah what u want
[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'
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
