[Trick Daddy]
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I just hope y'all niggas know
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That when it's time that you niggas gotta be ready for war
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You niggas gotta be prepared
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You niggas gotta know that I'm serious about this shit
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I'mma run 'em down, nigga
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I've done been used, abused, and accused of things that ain't true
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And been told some shit about some things that ain't even new
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But what I done heard is true, I know y'all done heard it too
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Been saying shit like Trick run hit from a bird or two
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And y'all claiming that I'm the man
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I got these banging ass bitches standing around with their hands out
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Word is on the streets is that a nigga like me
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Done went from jack boy from dope boy in less than a week
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See I got more snitches and bitches than my clique ever saw
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And I hang with crooked ass judges, lawyers, cops, and robbers
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I wish I had a block of that shit
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I give my block to my chick
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And set up shop in this bitch
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I wish I meant a country bitch from a hick town and I
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Send her to get a table and break a whole half of brick down
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Y'all niggas know it cost money to go to war
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And I know a couple niggas with a couple of millions to blow, it's on
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1 - [Jim Crow]
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It's on, just stay calm
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We ain't bullshittin' nigga we droppin' bombs
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Uhh it's like that
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Ain't done right the first time we coming back
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It's on, just stay calm
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We ain't bullshittin' nigga we droppin' bombs
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Uhh it's like that
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Ain't done right the first time we coming back
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[Jim Crow]
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Ha, Cha Cha
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We got the hoes in a headlock now Cha
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A new millennium baby
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Make 'em bounce, make 'em bounce
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[Cha Cha]
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Where can I start cause baby girl ain't go no ghetto tales
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I'd rather tell how good the leather smell in the SL
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That was eleventh and twelfth
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Been ahead of myself
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So these broads been trying to ride before accepted this wealth
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Wasn't born with silver spoons
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Seen plenty of silver moons
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Sat in mid June on the beaches of Cancun
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And that was just family trips
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Ride in grip family whips
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Now it's my own candy six, nigga you ain't hand me this
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So what you beefin' this?
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Believe me this
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I'll have you on your knees for this
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Just pleading the fifth
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You acting real displeased with this, fatigued a bit?
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You're messing with this seasoned chick
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That'll leave ya sick
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Take it all, y'all won't be needing
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Call her six, no let mommy hold the keys to this
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Don't even trip you know we like two peas in this
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Breathe evilness,
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And we won't split until we even this
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Deceitfulness, where it's at, yeah
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Repeat 1
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[Juvenile]
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I just come up with money from busting heads
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And niggas I fuck with just got out of the feds
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My paper done got scraped
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So naw cool relax
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Yo Juve what you doing?
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Look I'm just chilling to the max
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My niggas already left me and they ain't coming back
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I look like a drug dealer
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They think I'm selling crack
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If the motherfuckin' money ain't right
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I ain't handling it
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Nigga I don't wanna talk to you so stop mouthing
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Can't you see that Juve 'bout his business boy?
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Or do I have to put holes in your kidneys boy?
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Straight up knock the bitch out
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We'll pick the bitch up
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Then get rough and duck, cut them, Cha is loose in the cut
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Look that wouldn't happen to you if you'd mind her
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And y'all been hustling, warning this is my turn
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Fuck the press, fuck a tv, fuck a cd
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When you got money come and see me
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Repeat 1 (2x)
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It's Like That
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| Cha Cha |
