(feat. Young Buck)
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[Trick Daddy]
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Our father who art in heaven
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Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come
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All our G's would've been gone (would've been done)
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If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)
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[Verse 1: Trick]
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In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal
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Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill
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And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell
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There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills
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I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding
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See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed
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And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers
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Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers
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I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing
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Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga
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My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid
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And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters
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Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
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I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools
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I used to take my motherfucking tool to school
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[Chorus: Trick]
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See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask
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I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that
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You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
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You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
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You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)
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[Verse 2: Buck]
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These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me
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Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie
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Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent
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Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started
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And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs
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But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone
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I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing
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Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
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Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban
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You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing
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I slip a another clip into my A.K.
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Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae
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See the Chevy got a stash spot
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I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out
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Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone
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So we put it on the line
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Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Trick]
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My blood line is a level above the thug line
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And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man
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See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic
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I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic
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I travel through time with a military mind
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Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine
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And don't mad at the ?? they ain't the one trying to attack us
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It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers
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Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons)
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Before my niggaz get to steppin
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Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion
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Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians
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Rebellion on your ass
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For the shit you did to us in the past
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See y'all ?? and even arrested fiends
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It took you fifteen years to close the ave
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It's going to be twenty more before they close the ??
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Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at
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Now where my D Boy big gun toters at
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[Chorus]
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Straight Up
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Trick Daddy |