[Trick] One
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[Yung Wun]
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Y'all done fucked up now!
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OH SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
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It's mine now! Who want it, HA?
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D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?
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It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?
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You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
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Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
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Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDY
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I don't play with the gun smoke
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For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
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No problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes
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Just a pine box dropped off in the woods
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A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
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Catch a case and come right back
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To the block with a gat
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Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
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Bummin weed into the sack
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Nigga let the weed smoke blow
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I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
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Baby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarter
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Trying to make a few endz
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be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala
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(That's shit) And it ain't no stoppin it
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Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it
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[Chorus: x2]
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Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
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These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
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y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
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Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
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This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
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[Trick Daddy]
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Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga
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Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga
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I'm representin Dade County nigga
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I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
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Don't eva try me nigga
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Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga
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You know I'ma a fool for this
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I gots two for this
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I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
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Them Daddy dollars y'all
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My shit harder Dog
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I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all
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Ima go and kill this nigga
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Kiss above this realest nigga
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First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga
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The respect you gotta give us
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Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga
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And all yo money can't buy this nigga
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My exctacy got me wilin nigga
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I'm twice that body nigga
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About 100 miles an hour nigga
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[Swizz Beatz]
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Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
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Yung Wun, Yung Wun
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Yo, Ball Out
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[Chorus: x2]
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Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
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These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
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y'all boys betta put em up what
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Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
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This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
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[YUNG WUN]
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AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
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Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now
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y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
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Representin from the South
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In a glass ???
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This man got cash in mind
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On the cash route
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Niggas there with they ass out
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Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN)
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That DS Cliq
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Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit
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And start blowin this bitch
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What you think my gun bust ice one
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Down in Georgia
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Six hours from Florida
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Niggas get slaughtered
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Boy where Im from
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Problems gon get solved
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By getting robbed
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Causin tear drops and closed caskets
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On tha glasses
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Get beside theyself
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And soficate from plastic
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Face down on a mattress
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[Chorus: x5]
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Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
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These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
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y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
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Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
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This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
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Stomp
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| Yung Wun |
