' Shit, she would have to do something I was pumpin', big back in 96' I need a new lick, but I got on a handle That function Legit Ballin' or nuthin' I
's crack or rap hustlin' 'cause we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes) [Hook] [Trick Daddy] Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran And I
me the butcher man The cookie cook it man I got a soft You wanna hard I guess I'll burn it then [Trick Daddy Hook:] Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from
it goin on [Chorus: woman singing] And I can see it in my eyes won't be long 'cause something's goin on P.O.D.'s got it goin on [Trick Daddy] I'm representin
Now Trick Daddy told me that mom's new clique But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with them chicks I
on the floor But then right before I finish They say give me some mo' See some cats don't understand How I got this and I got that Derrty I laid back
Best Dade County, let's go I rep my city Nigga, I rep my city Miami, listennn [Trick Daddy] I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit I
truck, pickin' the bums up I never know when I can be down on my dumb luck But the flow so tough I've been beatin' the drums up Been hot so long like I
it if hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid and I don?t care who it be, I?m steppin to it notice I say ?it? cuz to me, it ain?t shit get. it. call
THIS BE YA BOY YOUNG DUCE SHAWTY TWRIK IT ON THE DANCE FLOOR SIAD GONEE AND GET LOOSE I WONT STOP UNTILLYO CHERRY POP I?LL SLIRP UP THAT JUICE WHILE I
I love'em all, boss lady she the head bitch in charge, she ask for head first so she gets it off the top, champagne pop, rubber band knots, ? millionaire, I
? Can I move with you, do you need some help? I cook boy, I'll give you more I'm a fly girl, and I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause
I can't even lie, I like the ghetto ass bitch That's down for her daddy, ain't scared to break a trick A yellin' ass switchin' fast suckin' while I'm
you, we call that shit gesundheit Do set the mood right, Bailey's with ice A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right Yo, don't pop shit like you Daddy
day at the wake and frown yeah, and then I'll laugh at the widow then my man stoupe blast through the window foul when I was young but I survived karma
I wack you With razors, nines, guns and what have you [Vinnie Paz] I'm Ayatollah Khomeini, I love to wage war I love anybody who rhymes and stay raw I
I ain't ever had no beef, but now I need some fuckin' heat It seems like every time I get it I lose it Get it, abuse it, and what I'm left with is useless
I kick this shit so you motherfuckers understand I pop mine With a glock nine Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop sign Be the one never You come I