Trick Daddy Album

[No lyrics]

[Trick Daddy]
Funk, hit me up with some of that thug
Huh.. yup, just like dat, hit 'em in the chest with it
One time, one time again in the head
For Buddy Ro y'all, check it out

[Chorus]
I don't know.. what this world's gonna bring
But I know one thing.. that this is the life for me
(Baby cause I'm a thug)
All day every day (baby cause I'm a thug)
Wouldn't change for the world (uh uh, cause I'm a thug)
That's right you heard (baby cause I'm a thug)
Ah hah, oh yeah (check it out)

[Trick Daddy]
Could it be my baggy jeans, or my gold teeth
That make me different from y'all
Ain't trippin dog, but listen dog
I was raised a little different than y'all
I'm just doing my thang, usin my ghetto slang
And I'm representin thug shit
Niggaz who I roll with
Watch them niggaz they're gon' love this
Niggaz who - out on bond, on the run
And got ten years on parole
Since you can't say it dog, I'ma say it for y'all
Motherfuck the po-po's (uh-huh)
Fuck the judge and C.O.'s, fuck the D.A. and P.O.'s
Fuck the family of the victim,
witness, and snitchin ass hoes - nigga

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]
See I'm so tight, niggaz be like
That nigga got so many hoes
And I know he got clout, look at his mouth
That nigga got so many golds
Niggaz be tellin they hoes
There's some'n up with that nigga
Bitch I've been watchin you watchin him
You must wanna fuck this nigga
My name alone, been known to break up happy homes
(uh-huh) No disrespect dog
but you ain't have no business even answering her phone
("Hello? Who is this?") If your ass was home, then
Me and her couldn'ta been gettin it on (hold on)
And you couldn't have been hittin her right
Cause ever since that night she been hittin the phone
She want a thug

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]
Since y'all niggaz wanna smoke the blunts, pump the guns
I'ma show you how to thug it dog (thug it dog)
Give me half a pill, and some Zephyrhill
and I'm like fuck it dog (fuck it dog)
Long as my ecstasy got the best of me (ec-stasy)
Then none of you niggaz ain't stressin me
I got one request in this bitch
And you can have the rest of this shit (bitch)
If a nigga drop some shit, it's wack as hell
and don't make no damn sense (uh-huh)
Take it back, talk about it, and tell yo' dog
"Don't even buy that shit!"
And I don't care who he is, or where he from
I represent thug shit
And you ain't gotta give me my props or nominate me
Cause dammit I love this

f/ Trina, Deuce Poppito

[Trick Daddy]
Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga
Take off
Y'all know what time it is

Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas
Seminole niggas, Bal Harbour, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox
Wynnwood niggas, Richmond Heights, Homestead niggas,
Florida City niggas, Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas
South Miami niggas, Opa Locka niggas
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right

Verse 1: (Trick)

I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby
Dubs or better, candy's and leather
What you want nigga
Two do's, Fo' do's
We call 'em donk's nigga
Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line
Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's
My verse is seven pounds
My shit be getting down
I got a seven
Trick ducking they can't catch me now
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
??? the age, straight or shady
I still beat it baby
Married twice, five kids
I still eat it lady
Ain't no shit shady ??? till I see better days
Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way
??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
Got that fire
You want get hi' so want you come on over
Boy I'm a powder head
X-man, X-cons
I got the boys all way from Marathon to West Palm
Call 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 the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
(Repeat)

Verse 2: Trina

I like 'em rugged guns
Thugged, cold blooded nigga
Pinky ring blinging
And rollie platinum flooded nigga
Don't want no buster's either
You got to pay this diva
And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya
Cause I'm the baddest bitch
Ballin' with the baddest clique
I make ya money disappear like a magic trick
A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it
I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce
Silen suits looking cute with the matching boots
I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit
You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick
The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick
The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it
I'ma first round draft pick
Y'all bitches getting traded
I'm triple X rated
Pussy stay soakin' wet
I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet

(Trina Hook):

It's Miss Trina baby
I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash
Holla back ladies
(Repeat)

[Trick Daddy]

New York niggas
DC niggas
Detroit niggas
Va niggas
Ga niggas
All around worldwide nigga

Verse 3: Deuce Poppito

I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater
I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter
Fo' show do
Room is full of pimps and thugs
Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
Banging like Krypts and Bloods
We wiping slugs
Our enemies dripping blood
Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud
To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box
When I ride the blocks I always hide my glocks
In the dash board next to my passport
In the double S I paid thirteen cash for
My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop
With the one stop shop
Heroin, weed, and rocks
I feed the block
And ride the strio in a tinted drop
And I even met the niggas who invented rocks
I got the block game from the county of Dade
A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid
We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link
I pray the God that boat carryin' that coke don't sink, what

(Deuce Hook):

It's Deuce Poppie nigga
I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Whassup, holla nigga

f/ Tre+6

Verse 1:

What I gotta ball?
Just to get all up in them draws
And get the Benz with the 20' inch Lorenz's
And put TV's in it and all
Shit, cause these my dawgs and dem
Keep letting me know
You ain't ready for that
Don't hang in the hood no mo'
Guess you too heavy for that
Don't even go to school ho
Thinking everything is cool ho
I made up a name especially for you ho
A noodle
Look bad with the Prada bags
Take it in the mouth or the ass (mouth or the ass)
Only see the Benz's and the Jags
Anything less than that you gotta show her some cash
Cause every nigga with bread you probably done fucked 'em
And anybody in the game who doing they thing
Ho best believe you done sucked 'em
You let 'em bust you all in yo rectum
Getting bumps and major infections
C-sections
Ol' dumb ass bitch
And you still ain't learned you lesson
You a?
Hook: 2x

Noooodles
Noooodles
It's the same hoooooes
Noooodles

Verse 2:

You ain't shit
And ya sister ain't shit
And ya mammy and shit
And you the same ho sitting on yo ass
Waiting on me like I'm yo WIC
Bitch please
You still waiting
I'm still hating
You still making me sick
I can't stand a lazy ass bitch
I make 'em say nooodle
Ol' foot dragging ass, nasty stinking ass bitch
Stop worrying about what I got and get yo own shit
Same hoes
All you good for is some head and a back massage
A lil' suck and fuck when I nut up, cut up, shut up, bitch get up
What up
Its bad for me on some nuttin ass hoes keep harassing me
On how I do
It don't pertain to you
So bitch stop asking me
Now pardon me on the words I used
See young ladies ought to be excused
And when u see one
Point that noodle out so my dawgs don't get confused
I'm talking bout?
Hook: 2x

Noooodles
Noooodles
It's the same hooooes
Noooodles

f/ Slip-N-Slide Express

[Intro]
("Get down!") Yessuh, (uh huh uh huh uh huh..)
Slip-N-Slide Records
Uhh, fin' to take it to da house
Just get on up and ("Get down!")

[*Sung*] 
Callin my peoples all across the world 
This song goes out to all the boys and girls 
You want them thugs to come and turn yo' party out 
You better take it to da house, (c'mon) now (uh uh uh)
(uh.. yessuh!)

[Money Mark]
Slip-N-Slide get loose 
Mo' punch than your bowl of juice
And ain't nobody mo' jiggier then us
Stuff so ruff it causes head rush like what?
Give it to me bring it here
Don't stop girl shake it here shake it there
Let Money Mark get off in yo' derriere
We off da chain fo' the whole year 
So if you look with a big ol' butt
live in yo' own crib and make yo own bucks (yessuh!)
Hit me up, Tre+ dot com
and tell me where you from, uhh..

[J.V.]
Smoked out, choked out, we get
off da chain like we just broke out
You don't know bout me J. Dot
When I come though all the haters get hot
Cause I got mo' hoes, mo' dank
Mo' cheese in da bank, mo' rank
My dawgs on dubs, yours ain't
My dawgs do whatever, yours cain't

[Chorus: Slip-N-Slide]
Cause we them niggaz that's gon' make you
get up out yo seat and ("Get down!")
..
We don't play we - take it to da house
M.I.A. - take it to da house
This the way we - take it to da house
Take it to da house - take it to da house
Three-oh-five - take it to da house
Boy we got dat fire - take it to da house 
Slip-N-Slide - take it to da house
Take it to da house - take it to da house 

[Trina]
Okay play with it yo ain't no stoppin it
S-N-S and we rock rock rockin it
We gon' lock it and do our thang
Cause my dream team takin all the rings
I got, Tre+ who beatin much guts
and uhh, Deuce Pop' pimpin news non-stop an'
Lost Tribe to my side just vibin
And J.B. gon' ball with me
T double D, he off in that 'Xcursion
Swervin all on the curve with a virgin
And I'm Trina, you heard my name
I'm still "Da Baddest" ain't a damn thang changed

[Co]
Now it's time to get down with yo boy C.O.
It's me n Money Mark in the big freak show
Niggaz recognize, hoes do too
When I creep through the room with the Slip-N-Slide crew
Gimme room cause I'm buckwild man
I'll get'cha krunk, get'cha loose in the sand
Tre+ and we're runnin it still
Funk Boogie, spin the wheel!

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]
Well order two mo' bottles of Crissy Cris'
and get drunk pissy while you listen to this
All you rookie-ass niggaz don't try the shit
Some busta-ass niggaz can't buy a hit
Gimme a break, and a beat I can vibe with
A Nik Kwest(?) video and a fine bitch
'Bout fifty-five spins and a mic check
and you'll play my shit
I never had sex that costed
I fuck so much I'm exhausted
And this new shit I'm flossin
I got that cause I ran with the Dolphins, huh
Slip-N-Slide's fin' ta take it to da house
New hot shit, fo' you to ride out
And for the niggaz that tried there's nuttin left
Yo' hoe must think we somethin else
Fuck fame, we out to get paid
Born and raised in the County of Dade

[Chorus]

H: (Hater)
G: (Guy)

[2 niggas talking]

G: Damn dawg you got cha a donk huh?

H: Yeah boy, I'm trying ta, knock these niggas off out here boy
Put my shit in the game
Cause its some niggas out here 
riding round out here with some crazy shit
I don't know what these niggas be thinking bout when they be putting they shit in the shop

G: Yeah

H: Yeah boy I'ma knock they dick down this time
Like ya boy shit
That nigga shit ugly dawg
That niggas shit look crazy man

G: Who?, Who shit u talking bout?

H: Yeah boy, ya boy Trick man,
Man that shit, nigga shit ugly dawg

G: Yeah

H: Oh! dang, there go ya boy right there boy

G: Yeah, yeah

H: What's happening dawg?
Yeah my nigga Trick
I was just telling ya boy I gotta get my shit just like yours boy
What, what that is a candy on there man

G: Hold up my nigga, you just said the nigga shit was ugly dawg

H: Naw man, naw, naw, I was talking bout somebody else man
What's happening?

G: You just said the man shit was ugly
Now you switching dawg

(Trick Daddy rapping)
Yo, wuz up (wuz up)
You pussy niggas shut the fuck up (shut up)
Put it up, cut it out
If the dash board ain't oaked out
Hey, yo, young chump
Why you got them lil' ass amps in ya trunk
That's why ya shit don't thump thump

f/ JV

[Verse One: Trick Daddy]
Anybody wanna motherfucking die, come see I
Who me? T-double D nigga
That's right that's motherfucking me nigga (huh)
And got damn it if I said it, I motherfuckin meant it
If it was fully I motherfucking spit it, fuck whoever I offended
Hold on! Wait one motherfucking minute
Y'all ho's y'all know how the game go
Fuck everyday never hit the same ho
From M-I-A that's where I stay baby
Bout money and I don't even play baby
If a nigga ever was to go broke, click click
Y'all niggas seen this shit before
Real niggas know how to make a way
I make niggas who creep stay the fuck away

Hook: JV

You can't fuck with me or my dogs
Representing double S
Haters fuck y'all

I don't give a fuck who ya run with
Tout guns with
You don't run shit over here

Cause we can both die right now
I don't fuck with you
So don't fuck with me

I'm just trying to get my shit together
I'm making money with my click forever
We all fam and we stick together

[Verse Two: Trick Daddy]
Huh, see back in the days before niggas like me
There was niggas like you infuriating my crew
I got sick of this shit
Say one day here's what a nigga gon' do
Staking out in hummers we spittin on 'em
All hating ass niggas fuck it we'll kill 'em
I'm sick of 'em
And they can't do shit for 'em
(They wanna go to war)
Oh well I got big guns
Its T-double-D y'all
Okay my AK's on full y'all
This one here on me dog
But the next time no cameras no TV dog
If you a real nigga just like me dog
And you like living just like me dog
You know when you rap niggas blow up and don't show up
And that ain't even me dog

Hook 2x: JV

You can't fuck with me or my dogs
Representing double S
Haters fuck y'all

I don't give a fuck who ya run with
Tout guns with
You don't run shit over here

Cause we can both die right now
I don't fuck with you
So don't fuck with me

I'm just trying to get my shit together
I'm making money with my click forever
We all fam and we stick together

[Verse Three: JV]
It's a whole lot of niggas out here
Don't wanna see me JV flowin, Hennesey pouring
Knowing where a nigga came from, where a nigga going
Take a look, I'm the best thing showing, blowing
Smoking on the best thing growing
Tighten up
You don't wanna be for a nigga like me 
See that's where ya slip
Now I gotta slide in the clip
Flip, take another sip
Bust ya in ya lip with the gat
Man I don't play like that
We taking this shit back, right now
The game the same, the whole damn thing
Oh naw I ain't playin witcha man, I'll be there when I get there 
Oh shit yeah
Ain't nothing else finna be the same nigga

Hook 2x: JV

You can't fuck with me or my dogs
Representing double S
Haters fuck y'all

I don't give a fuck who ya run with
Tout guns with
You don't run shit over here

Cause we can both die right now
I don't fuck with you
So don't fuck with me

I'm just trying to get my shit together
I'm making money with my click forever

f/ Deuce Poppi

[Verse 1: Deuce Poppi]
Last year was a great year, ask the click
But this year was scarred down to our last half of brick
Trying to survive in the drought wher it aint no blow
It aint no piece yo it aint no dough
Yo 95 south sun roof moon light
Po-pos tight down before the turnpike
The last lick went sour feds jammed the blow
But like a weather man its a light chance of snow
Lay low at the bottom at the tell
Wait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the cell
Cause my Haitian cartell they always work
They even had shit when the Cubans were hurt
My Nigga hit back he aint got no dope
He said the coast gaurd just knocked off the boat
He said the feds in Texas they out of control
Knocking off major bricks with the border patrol
A nigga couldnt rap long cause the phones they be wired up
I be god damned the whole east coast dried up
A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base
Ridind round with the block fed in the brief case

(chorus)
Surviving in the drought where it aint no blow
It aint no piece yo it aint no dough
It aint no bricks no chips no food
So tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
(repeat 2x)

[Verse 2: Deuce Poppi]
In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grill
Slang him a asprin or a vitamin pill
In the drought niggas panic when that money stop
Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks
Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop
Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock
Watcha a nigga get got
Now he wanna hit pop
He wanna brain wrestle he dont know I got my shit cocked
Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tack
Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back
A player fucked up till that drought go down
A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come round
(Im stuck a player fucked up now im finna come back up)
Its back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded
The base heads happy and my workers show love it
M y dog hit the lick about two hundred birds
Off a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nerves
Now Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is calling
Im back to slanging Whole chickens popping cases and balling
I got to put the team on so Im looking them up
RJ he the chef He be cooking them up
While Im whipping em flipping breaking em down
With the straight razor chipping em
We got em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball
Jumping for that how high this year gone cost yall
Since we the only niggas wit it
Its the lick of a life time
Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line
This time Im gone sit on me bout ten
Cause you never know when that drought coming again
Surviving in the drought, Surviving in the drought

[No lyrics]

f/ J.V., Money Mark

(J.V.)
The game done switched
Niggas who was po' got rich
Niggas who was real turned snitched
Ain't that a bitch?
That's why I get mine on the low
Hustle 'til a nigga can't ball no mo'
Fall to the flo'
Cause the shit don't stop
Shit get real right here, Money Mark
J to the Dot
I make shit hot
I don't even really wanna hear what you got
Just sign me right when I come for my cheese
Ain't too many niggas down like these
Stand right there while I count my B's
If anything missin' get a hole in your knees
Freeze
I might talk low but I don't stutter
Hot ones go right through like butter
If you feel like a big dog, bite don't ball
Hell, you can get it too if I pull your card

(Trick Daddy)
Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese
You know I'm 'bout my B's
You better have my cheese
'Cause I go crazy
(repeat)

(Money Mark)
I keep flow plus hoes on the side of me
Plus I'm playin' these noodles like ivory
I make 'em ride for me
Tounge kiss 'em make 'em die for me
I get their cheddar then I'm outtie, see
I'm fien to seen all means for the dough
Chop a nigga down if my greens don't grow 
Y'all know about flow
So niggas stop puttin' up a front
And give a muthafucka what he want
'Fo you end up in the trunk of the dunk witcha hoe
Layin' on my hot ass amps like "oh"
Nigga think it's a game
Remember Money sparks the name
And it ain't no thang to do a nigga 'bout change
See I love money man
If cane involved then nigga you a lost cause
Shit, I'll hit you with my razor blade
Cut off your balls
Sit you in some alcohol
(Aaaah!) Oh Lord!

(Trick Daddy)
Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese
You know I'm 'bout my B's
You better have my cheese
'Cause I go crazy
(repeat)

(J.V.)
I gotta get me fa sho the whole 9
So when the sun hit me they say "whoa now"
"He done blowed now"
"J.V. outta control now"
And if they didn't bet they know now
And I don't floss but you gotta know it cost
Don't like the boats but you know I'm goin' off
You know who the boss
Who gon' win and who lost
And when it's by J.V. you know I want it all, hmm
Is they in love with the dubs or the lex?
Or do they know I'm just as good as it gets?
You wanna go next?
If so we can hit it
Long as you know J.V. out to get it
'Cause when it's 'bout my cheese - I'ma clown for mine
If it's B's or it's G's - I gets down for mine
Bust rounds for mine
Put you face in the ground for mine
I'ma hound for mine
Hell bound for mine

(Trick Daddy)
Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese
You know I'm 'bout my B's
You better have my cheese
'Cause I go crazy
(repeat)

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

'Cause I go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

f/ Kase of Lost Tribe

[Kase]
For my niggas, in the feds
My niggas in the pen
My niggas ain't gone neva see the streets no mo
This one for you nigga
Free Buddy Roe

Hook: 2x

Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit

Verse 1:Kase

I been put in the world
Living my days ducking k's
Was bursting bitches jumping out they Benz's on blades
I been scuffling years you honor
I swear the God I wanna do for my kid's you honor
If you was me then you would see how it is you honor
Through all the drama and this rain
Nobody felt my pain
I went to serving after fame
Then shit changed
You wonder what am I to do
Niggas on my block
Am I supposed to be a fuck nigga?
Let 'em rope my spot
When Jeb Bush pushing life
If I tout my weapon
Now Ronald Regan was selling guns
But it ain't a felony
A house on the hills with all these bills
I gots to sell 'em
My shawty waking up with out his Christmas
What the fuck I'ma tell 'em?
When I be juggling selling bricks?
Will heaven take me?
Now 25 plus life
Rehabilitate me
These crackers calling me a monster
But they help create me
Shit


Hook: 4x

Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit

Verse 2: Kase

Ain't seen my momma since the last time we hung out
Now six years to be exact
Cause she strung out
My getting jobs looking shady, on my application
Now have I ever committed felons?
Look at this shit I'm facing
And now these streets don't get no better for my young niggas
Now the muthafuckers that's coming up is the gravediggers
And I can't seem to trust my niggas
And I grew up with 'em
Folk in my mind at times learn not to fuck with 'em
When I was stuck who could I turn to?
Nobody but Jesus
I'm in this world looking up to the gangster's
Looking up to the leaders
Granddaddy had a stroke and grandmomma broke
Who the fuck gone feed us?
Y'all wrapped us in ropes and put us on boats
But y'all really ain't need us
Muthafuck that shit
I got tired of the struggling
??? in the jungle
Can't let a nigga fuck me about this coke
So I learned what was and what wasn't
I'm getting them things at 17
At least gone cop a dozen
You lose yo life
Shit ain't no joke
That's if yo coke is buzzing
Shit

Hook: 4x

Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana
Shit

Mystic(Talking)

Now what I'm talking bout
Got niggas doing the dirty dirty
Now what I'm saying
But it can't last dirty to long
Nigga gotta clean up somewhere
So, you know what I'm talking bout
Take a nigga advice and get in and get out baby boy
Cause it ain't all bad
But it ain't all good
Now what I'm talking bout
And the hood dangerous watching out
Everybody shouldn't be po-po
Dealing with the dope dope
So you better watch out boy
Get in and get ouuuut

Hook: 2x

Look I been scuffling years your honor
That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana

f/ C.O., Deuce Poppito

(Chorus)
I spit game wit the n word
brothers make slang for n word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for n word slang
and lease be the blame for n word nigga

(Trick Daddy)
you know me nigga
I don't know you my nigga
here's what must go through my nigga
go get with ya crew my nigga
tell rush round here for I do y'all niggas
cause I'm straight chillin my nigga
ex-con ex-dope dealer my nigga
I ain't trippin but I'm chillin my nigga
and I ain't scared of none of y'all niggas
I will count my flow right in front y'all niggas
I will kill ever one of y'all niggas
cock my 45 and go to gunning y'all niggas
I will ever one of y'all niggas
nigga

(Chorus)

(Deuce Poppito)
I am off da my nigga
smoking marijuana in the range my nigga
getting brains
real niggas do things my niggas
we spittin flames with motherfuckin thangs nigga
I will take it to ya whole squad my nigga
word to god my nigga
I got ? but rather get hard my nigga
? at the neighborhood park my nigga
what you say young nigga
slip n slide ain't got guns young nigga
got funds young nigga
dumb nigga
get ya for motherfuckin ones
and turn you news into none
nigga

(chorus)

(C.O.)
yo my nigga
I'm c.o. nigga
you better slow yo roll my nigga
nigga
and that's word to buddy roe my nigga
so why should I give a fuck about a ho nigga
I'm a go get ya nigga
I can get the ? to da floor (let em know ny nigga)
that's how it go my nigga
I'm go lock it down from the door my nigga
that's fo sho my nigga

(Trick Daddy)
and I got ya back my nigga
everywhere I go I be strap
you bet my nigga
and on top of that do be a ?
its all good you know I got stacks my nigga
we rob banks my nigga
and we are the only ones smoking stank my nigga
we runnin through the bitches that you cant my nigga
fuckin round with us we will leave you stank my nigga
nigga

(chorus) - 2X

(Deuce Poppito)
whats up my nigga
I'm bout to nut my nigga
bout to but the gat to ya gut my nigga
whats up I'm bout splash me a nigga
bout mash me a trigga
I'm bout to blast me a nigga
you shouldn't have played with my cock my nigga
it smells like gun smoke my nigga
you bout to bleed to ya death my nigga
take ya last breath my nigga
what you think this my nigga
I will slide in ya crib
and put six in ya wig my nigga
that's how we play my nigga
with a a.k. hide in ya driveway my nigga
you can run but you cant get away my nigga
I'm go let the click spray my nigga
from the shy to the m.i.a. my nigga
slip n slide niggas don't play my nigga

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch with pearls a bitch teeth with golds
A bitch on da shelf and a bitch that's sold
I got a bitch down low and a bitch Im doing publicly
A bitch I cant stand and the bitches still lovin me
I got a bitch I beep a bitch I call a bitch in thongs and one in
Regular draws I got a bitch thats a bout and we fuck in the car
Two bitches thats down with a may-nah-sej-twa
I got a bitch in a corola a bitch in a bentley
A bitch who aint lose her virginity yet 
I got a bitch thats a thug and she carry a gat
A bitch that look like Kim and one that look like Da Brat
I got a Bitch thats a freak and she's fienin
Fa dick I got a bitch from Peru and she no speak a english
I got so many bitches they get done
I got 99 problems and a Bitch aint one

[Verse 2]
I got a broke Bitch stay broke with no ends
I got a bitch who loves weed but never be smokin
A Ho bitch who be fuckin her friends ----
Yappin bitches who be up in my faces with yo shit
I got bitches that know shit a hustlin blow bitch
A bitch that gotta choppa and she with it I knows this
A bitch who got a boyfriend a bitch with a Ho
A bitch who like to sniff it off the tip of yo joe
I got a bitch who on welfare a bitch who on ex
A bitch who like to lye I met her threw lex
I got 32 fat bitches 18 sluts 64 noodles and a bitch in a truck

I got so many bitches and they love to get done
I got 99 problems and a bitch aint one (2x)

[Chorus]
Dont give a fuck about a bitch
Aint gotta worry about a bitch
I got so many bitches that get done
I got 99 problems and a bitch aint ONE (2x)

[Verse 3]
I got big bootie bitches Big tittie bitches
Cornbread eatin ass from the city bitches
Bitches from the dirty south bitch from the bay
A bitch who in that video with snoop and dre
I got a ride or die bitch a bitch who still cloth
A bitch who say she badder then all of u hoes
I got a nasty bitch a prankters bitch
A two time offendin ass gangsta bitch
See I'm Money Mark Diggular a playa fa sho
Hit them 16-60 blind criple or po
Its u is or u aint bitch let me know
Cause I got a whole team but Im lookin fa mo

I got so many bitches and they love to get done
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one(2x)

[background]
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho
shake that ass ho

Tre plus

f/ Trina

[Chorus]
For all of my ladies gettin money makin these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin money tryin to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you mommy make em keep it real

[Trina]
Gimme the keys to the Bentley that's right
Me and my girls goin out tonight
And i don't wanna fight tonight, give my bread up
Ain't nothing you can do when a women's fed up
And I'm fed up nigga shut up nigga
Go but you better keep my bread up nigga
'Fore I find me a playa who will treat me better
Dick me to sleep and eat me better
You want a bitch who will fuck ya and feed ya
Uh uh fuck nigga I don't need ya
And you ain't gotta love me or like me
And hell nah I don't wanna be your wifey
'Cause I'm a bad bitch born to ball
And when you go to jail fuck nigga don't call
You want me to stay nigga you gonna pay
Gimme that doe playboy don't play

[Chorus]

[Trina]
I ain't finna cook, clean, babysit, or housekeep
Gimme twenty g's drop me on Southbeach
Let me shop til I drop spend til I faint
Burn up twenty get another ten out the bank
Let me show you how a hot girl get bread
All that fuck me for free shit been dead
I need a playa in my life trillion dollars
That's gonna keep diamonds round my collar
Lil momma MIA's finest
The baddest bitch call me Your Hinest
Slip N Slide on fire and you know that
I know you like the way Lil Momma throw that
I know you like the way Lil Momma shake that
Playa if you gotta bank I'm a break that
Miss Trina hottest thang on the south coast
I got these fuck niggas trickin off their house note

[Chorus- twice]

[Trina]
These niggas will play if you let them
Promise you the world try to make you sweat em
If a nigga got beef girl you better em
If a nigga dead broke fuck em and forget em
Move on to the big trick with the bigger dick
Get em off glass girl that will get em quick
Cause niggas ain't shit but some dick and balls
And I ain't got no love I'll trick em all
You got to get them before they get you
Fuck me for free I ain't with that shit boo
You got to treat them just like they treat you
If they want their dick sucked make em eat you
Never let em beat you or mistreat you
Make em pay a bill before he freak you, uh
Cause money mean the world to me
And ain't in this motherfuckin world for free UH UH UH

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[No lyrics]

f/ Society

[Trick Daddy]
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all

I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better heart
Another start
Yo' own yard
And a place to park
You wanna
Trust 'em ??
And a better li' (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
He'll feel with you
Goin' through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don't be livin' for the other man
Take time out and settle in
Be the better man
And close ? watch your friends
And then
You'll understand
A lil' better then
But on the other hand
You so god damn stubboran
And you be
Startin' shit
And ever since you made president
We ain't even seen you since
You need to (You need to)
Fill our schools
Rebuild our church and homes
Stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone
And searchin' my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin' my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for the main goal
So when all the heat is gone

(Chorus)
This game wasn't told to me (Told to me)
It was sold to me (Sold to me)
And we are never free (No!)
No way
Not in America (Not America)
Not America (Not in America uh-uh)
Our country 'tis of thee ('tis of thee)
Land of Liberty (Liberty)
But that'll never be (Never Be - NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
Not in America (No)

[Society]
You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck -- then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D -- still a nigga
You use your platinum ?? for ID's -- then you's a nigga
If your skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga
Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise -- you still a nigga
You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves -- you a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid -- you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga
That's why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
International
They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
Now...Who invented niggaz in the first place?
And said America is the original birthplace?
Who gettin' 10 - 20 - Life on they first case?
My niggaz

(Chorus)

[Trick Daddy]
I'm doin' this one for the
Kids in the streets
Who ain't missed a beat
Do it for the
Deaf and the blind
And those who don't eat meat
Do it for all the
Children of the corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon' keep the man
Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man
When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz
And writing brand new sins
Lyin' on a million men
And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doin' time in the Penn

[No lyrics]