People gots to have....money
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Haha (gangsta)
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Just like that (Just like that)
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Haha, my recipe for murda (murda)
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Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown)
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Couple DT's (Couple DT's)
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Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas....
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[Infa Red]
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See I was raised in the slums
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But niggas tote guns distribute and run
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Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
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Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
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Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
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Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about
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Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
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Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out
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That's how it is when you exposed in the south
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See
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[Hook x2]
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All I need is big guns on the side of me
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Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
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Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
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How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
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[Trick Daddy]
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The reenactment of my first murda
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With no remorse and no feelin's
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Hell, cuz I ain't even know this nigga
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The shit was deep I couldn't just let it go
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While I was shootin' bout my money
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Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch
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I bust his ass like the last muthafucka
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Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
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You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
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Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
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You muthafuckas went in bad choppas
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I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him
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I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya
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I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him-acapo
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All I Need
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| Trick Daddy |
