Trick Daddy Album

[No lyrics]

For the thugs
Yes sir, ha ha
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
Yes sir
My boy dooda, wa's up fool
(Down South)
Tut, ha ha haa
We've been seen (Aye yo C!), they on a roll 
hurry up nigga, come on, they got guns 
(I'm doin' this one for the thugs) 
They got big guns! 
They wanna go to war nigga 
Hah?(Yes sir, for the thugs) 
they don't wanna die, they don't mean that 
Hah 

[verse 1] 
If it wasn't for the Hennesey 
and thug livin' for my enemy 
my brother still be alive and apart of me 
so I, say a prayer for that playa 
and I, take my fire everywhere, see 
Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs 
another name on the wall 
they keep takin the fall 
yes I be livin though 
dead and gone befo' we twenty fo' 
or in jail but cha'll don't here me though 
is this world about to end 
if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends 
and why I'm livin' wit my kid 
and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz 
its kinda hard for the black man 
I watch the million man march for the black man 
and through the sun and rain 
I love enjoyin' pain 
I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey 

[chorus] 
I'm doin' this one for the thugs 
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs 
for the thugs yes sir 
For the thugs 
and the boys down south much love 
for the thugs yes sir 
For the thugs and the boys in the city much love 
for the thugs yes sir 
For the thugs 
and the dogs in the grove much love 

[verse 2] 
See, I, I, gotta called from the crib 
my dawg got killed 
gotta all my homies in tears 
and we don't know who the killas is 
it could of been the lick 
it could of been the hit 
I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so 
we put his face on a shirt 
and shedded tears for the game 
(a thug in memory boy) 
cuz it's hard to hide the pain 
they teach us some better thangs 
the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change 
thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit 
ride or roll take sides for yo dog 
suppose to die for your dogs, shit 
hard time in gangsta livin' 
and got us villian chillin' 
try to start no crossin' me and you so 
and you cry for yo' dogs 
Hell, I don't understand 
man, I say a prayer to all of y'all 
and for the cause 
for my motherfuckin' dogs 
Nigga! 

[chorus] 
I'm doin' this one for the thugs 
and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs 
for the thugs yes sir 
For the thugs 
and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs 
for the thugs yes sir 
For the thugs 
and my Carol City niggas much love 
for my thugs yes sir 
For the thugs 
and my niggas out in Gouls 
for the thugs 

[verse 3] 
If it was a hundred dollar bill 
would ya, could ya ride for me 
start a fight, better yet, would you die for me 
under oath baby girl would you lie for me 
getta gackin open 5 for me 
now would you cry for me 
turna trick, or do or die for me 
food stamps, if you apply for me 
well certified for me 
can't count but you'll try for me 
or do it all for me 
Huh? 

[chorus] 
I'm doin' this one for the thugs 
(for the thugs) 
(for the thugs) 
(for the thugs!) 
I'm doin' this one for the thugs 
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs 
for the thugs yes sir 
For the thugs 
and the niggas out in Opa-Locka 
for the thugs yes sir 
For the thugs 
and the boys doin' time in the pen 
for the thugs yes sir 
For the thugs 
and my dogs out the Heights much love 

for my mothafuckin' dogs 
fuck y'all 
fuck y'all, others 
motherfuckers 
faze brothers 
suckers, bluffers, 
we ain't nonthing but sho' nuffers 
Bitch, feed ya fish 

Back in the days
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's 
More afros than braids 
Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggaz done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro
Nigga you don't know

And I'm thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen 
The worst thing i ever remember seeing 
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for fuckin round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wudn't bout a name
Plus it wudn't no thang 
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed 
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes"
stay the fuck out the chain gang

hook

Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll fuck ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they cant hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath 
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the glock
But every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught 
And every car that ya drop
The ninety-seven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt 
And every crib you done built
With no muthafuckin guilt
Back in tha days 
It wudn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that 
Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script

hook

See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed 
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed 
I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we aint tryin to be friends
Ya wudn't tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin 
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See nigga
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze 
So hey

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

f/ Trina

[Trina]
Hell no I don't wanna holla at no motherfuckin Trick
He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit 
Hell no

[Taterhead]
I'm saying though
What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up

[Trina talking]
Hell no
I don't wanna holla at him
That's alright

[Trick Daddy talking]
Hold up bitch
Hold up bitch
Hold up hoe 
Check it out

[Trick Daddy]
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
That'll represent like me
Who'll say some shit like me
One who'll lay the dick like me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who do the shit that I do
Run through yo whole lil' crew 
Pay for it if I got to
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
That'll run off in yo house 
Put the gun off in yo mouth 
Blow yo motherfucking brains out
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who'll fall off in the club
Free drinks for the show some love
Take the bar home for the thugs
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who know mo' niggas than me
Who do mo' killings than me
And weigh mo' dope dealings than me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
You don't know nann nigga
That dress fresher than me
And you don't know nann nigga that wear mo' Polo shit than me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who do mo' freaky stuff
Eat the coochie wit the legs up
Then I blow it all in yo butt
And I don't know nann hoe uh-uh
Who liked the dick like you
Who'll bite the dick like you
On a dikey bitch like you
And I don't like a bitch like you
I'll fight a bitch like you
Ol' trifling bitch like you
Ain't no telling what you might do
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh

[Trina talkin]
Uh-Uh-Uh
Hold up who the fuck this nigga think he is
I ain't ashamed of nothing I do
Hold up check this shit out

[Trina]
You don't know nann hoe uh-uh
Don' been the places I been
Who can spend the grands that I spend
Fuck bout 5 or 6 best friends
And you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That's off the chain like me
That'll floss the thang like me
On a awful thang like me
You don't know nann hoe uh-uh 
That sell more ass than me 
You know nann hoe
That'll make you come like me
Nigga you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That don' tried all types of shit
Who quick to deep throat the dick 
And let another bitch straight lick the clit
Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That'll keep it wet like me
Make it come back to back like me
Lick a nigga nut sack like me
Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That'll ride the dick on the dime
Who love to fuck all the time 
One who's pussy fatter than mine 
Bitch you don't know nann hoe

[Trick Daddy]
Hold up baby hold up
What you said you'll do bitch
[Trina]
Nigga you heard what I motherfucking said
[Trick Daddy]
Well baby if you gon' be doin' all this
You need to be on my team
Cuz I'm the realest nigga you motherfucking know
[Trina]
Well if you want me you know how to find me
Taterhead got the number
[Trick Daddy]
Tater boy bet they help Tater boy
Ha ha ha hah

[Trick Daddy]
Bitch you know nann nigga
That keep it knocked like me
That keep it hot like me
One who'll chop the chops like me
Bitch you know nann nigga
Wit connections wit the mob
Money millions for stars
And the Lexus flexin hard
Bitch you know nanna nigga
Who representin they grill
In Miami is where I live
And this is how I pay my bills
I love livin here
It be straight thuggin livin here
And all my thug niggas here
We be ballin'up in here
Bitch you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga
No no bitch you know nann nigga
Oh you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga

Hey cue that shit that the verse mixed up

(See what I'm sayin)

Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on

See,
See marijuana got me copin wit my problems
And hennessy got me hopin I could solve em
My baby mama ull of drama
Tryin to scar me
But unlike my old sorry ass father I tried harder
My baby raised to hate her daddy
Her mammy playa hate and wishin that she had me
She hate to see me on tha street
And still on my feet
Betta yet this bitch wish them crackers had me
See everybody wantsa hustle
But dont nobody wanna suffer
Nobody wantsta die cuz they all bustas
And suckaz
Aint never gon have nothin
Cuz they be frontin
Gotta sacrifice
Three time for every dime they be wantin
And believe me
Being a thug it aint that easy
I once was a fool but see they had to free me
I'm undercover man
But still they aint respectin me
Tryin to get the best of me constantly stressin me

hook

We gotta hold on (hold on)
See you must be strong (so strong)
Against thug happiness (gotsta hold on)
You can go wrong (i been trapped for so long)
For my homies in the hood (gotsta hold on)
What will you do (i been trapped or so long)
Which life will you choose (gotsta hold on)

(I been trapped for so long)

See big daddy gave her diamond rings
He introduced her to the finer things
Looked out started buyin her things
Minor things for the small change
And had her off the chain
And it's a awful thang
She aint even cost a thang
Even though I'm thugged out
She loved how
I did wrong for so long
And still got by
See thug money got blood on it
Plus it leave residue
Boy I'm tellin you
I put mo bread on it
I lost a homie in the stuggle right
And just the other night
Somebody tried to take my dogs life
Atempted homicide
They outside and aint gon let em ride
Dont wanna talk
And aint gon let em slide
They want war instead
They want more for dead
Rather die open fire or do life for their's
Take a life instead
Kill his wife in bed
Ten times to tha head
what tha shooter said?

hook

See
I thinkin bout whaen i was younger
I had to hustle in the summer
No time for cryin had to help my mama
Any time and any weather
Whatever's clever
And hardly ever never
Had to step and get my shit together
I left my homies in tha pen and reason being
See every man got his own sin
But I'm a always remember yall
Cuz after all yall still my dogs
And when ya jump we can still ball
My nigga Ronnie, Lil Willie and Fat Fred
Big Black, My dog Sparky and Lil Ed
It be times like this
I sit around like this
Cryin bout this
Thinkin why my clicque
Gotta go and die like this
No duckin
No fearin nothin
Hearin nothin stayin rich but buggin
We call that thuggin
But dont be thuggin for nothin own somethin
Do or ya kids and ya mama
Save the drama
Young nigga hold on

hook

Na it aint no time or no suicidal shit nigga
While you still thinkin you a thug
You might as well go head and suffer
Cuz that's what we doin
That's what it's about

[No lyrics]

[Hook]
Gotta change my life
Lord knows I ain't livin right
Yall know I ain't chillin right
Smokin out everyday and night
Gotta ease my mind
Gotta find time to rewind
Cause I'm fallin way behind
Me and my dogs we known to ride

Gotta watch my back
Represent for the 'Sota
Die couple years older
Have boulders, in the 'Sota
Get rich with a motive
Now shit done changed
Niggaz gunnin in the rain
On straight cocaine
And it ain't no thang
Since the game in his arm
Straight aim at his arm
Gotta watch my back
Gotta stack my flow
Gotta pay my bills
Leave bread in the will
All to the old girl 
See yall hoes betta chill
Now back to the game
Lotsa niggaa been dying for this
Done lost they lives to this
Got me on this survival some type of AK rider
Na I started with thug
A thug with a heart
Took a trip with some heart
Had a dude he was scarred
See his maom in the park
Tears dried up
Mom what's wrong (what's wrong)
Your son's gone 
Is he ever comin back home
She said you straight young nigga 
Take a look in the mirror 
I was there when you was gone
Now back to the streets
Where young niggaz like me
Gon do what we got to do
You ain't nuttin without ya crew
Betta light in the night and I'm thinkin bout you
In the bedroom tied uo
With ya mouthpiece wired up
Just shaped on the floor
Had none of ya guns keep muthafuckaz fired up
An see that's the truth
I done told my nigga this street shit ain't a game
But it seem the same
Young nigga get slanged 
For a lil bit a fame and cocaine
Try to do thangs
Just for the benzs and beamers and bithces
Thinkin riches gon take care snitches
And niggaz wit triggaz
Niggaz betta watch they back
Cuz the same time I'm tryin to speak to you and realease to you 
Some shit ya need 
Young nigga wit greed gon try to put the heat to you
speed to you

[Hook]

They callin in the gat
In the dunge with a guy
Ski mask and a vest
Let his heart do the rest
Thuggin, broke niggaz be the best
Yes, and gon die if ya buck
So get fucked right up
Come back if ya like
Bring ya gat if ya like
And get stacked if ya like
On ya back if ya like
All I neded was a chance
A MAC-10 and a benz
So I can clown with my friends
Show the world I'm a man 
Then broke but those in the pen
When I'm off in the club
Much love for the thugs
See hennessy in the clubs
Got all these rabid ass, maggot hoes
they love the thugs

[Hook] - 2X

Now bout dem hoes
Try to find them a man
That can pay they bills
And yes they can
Weight 28 grams
Take a tour of the land
ain't got no plan
They'll wait for a thug
Go give em a hug
Show em how to be loved
Then suck em up
Straight fuckin em up
Then get in his benz
Get with all his friends
Take all his ends
Then send him to the pen
Then do it all again
Amen
But lord forgive em
Have mercy on they're souls
For livin like hoes 
And say a lil prayer for me and my life
Cuz I ain't livin right you know I

[Chorus]
I been having fantasies of me and you
Thinking how it could be just me and you
Girl I'll be your other man
Your freaky deaky kinky lover man
Mr. Kiss- it –where- you –love- it man

(Trick Daddy):
(Girl I'm having) fantasies of me and you
(And I'm thinking) how could it be just me and you
(Girl I'll be your other man)
(Your freaky deaky kinky lover man)
(Mr. Lick- me- where- I love- it man)

Can't you see what I'm talking about
I wanna be the one to knock it out
Show you all the things that you need
There's no need for you to beg me please
I want you to understand
All I wanna be is your other man
Me for you, you for me
Make this thing a reality

[Trick Daddy]
Mean daddies play me I can't wait to break
Call your crib find the phone maybe your mom awake
No sense in worrying about my wife she's great
And I know that my conscience right she be okay
Make up a lie cause he ain't seeing you tonight
Hell yeah baby just me and you tonight
Just bring some clothes and the robe that you be having on
Behind closed doors who knows what be going on
Holding each other we be sucking on
Hell yeah deep in them gut says you grunt and moan
It ain't enough to chain me we fuck alone
These pussy juices been got my mind going the long
Go ahead man forgive me for I have sinned
69in wit my baby momma's closest friend
And she gotta man
But hell I understand (I know)

[Chorus] - 2X

[Trick Daddy]
I'll be your other man
Undercover first cousin even your brother's friend
No matter little momma girl I understand
I know you live wit your man, chill with your man
So we fuck only when we can
Juices all in the bar, fucking all in the car
Sleep around peep around only after dark
Yeah I know it's hard (but God gon' make it right for us)
Even if it means it will be (it'll be a special day for us)
Pray for us and let me ease your mind
Treat you right eat you from behind every time if you don't mind
I'll be your other man
Yeah I'll be your other man

[Chorus]

(Trick Daddy):
(Girl I'm having) fantasies of me and you
(And I'm thinking) how could it be just me and you
(Girl I'll be your other man)
(Your freaky deaky kinky lover man)
(Mr. Lick- me- where- I – love- it man)

Feel me like I'm feeling you
Open your eyes and see what I'm going through
I don't care if it's wrong or right
But I gotta taste that pussy tonight
Kiss you here kiss you there
Right between your toes girl I don't care
My mission is to please you
And make you see that all I wanna be

Silly bitch is fuckin me
Suckin fuck in you
Suck and fucked my whole crew
So whatsa a nigga 'posed to do

See all my dogs is gettin cheese
Rollin D'd
They got them thangs from seventeen
Straight from overseas
Na show me shit I neva seen
Fullfill all my dreams
I put her down
They gimme cream
Na I'm on they team
Know what I mean
I'm representin
Realizin somthin missin
I'm on a mission
Want a million under these conditions
Which is
Marble tubs and gold dishes
The baddest bitches
AK's fo my protection
Gotta gaurd my riches
I want the latest trends 
The newest Benz
To rule his friends
To fly a plane wont be no thang then
Mosquino fo all my hoes
>From draws to robes
Valet parked around like Benz I steal the whole show
They got the Trick again
I wantsta fuck they friend
Suck that pussy then fuckin beat that pussy in
She suckin fuckin me
Wanna fuck my whole crew
I'm thinkin like yo though
What's tha bitch supposed to do

hook

One day niggaz gon learn 
How hoes really work
Lil silly jerk 
Done got ya feelings hurt
Now was it worth
All that agony agony
Gettin mad at me 
About ya boo
But she fuckin me suckin Trick and lickin you
And doin my crew
So whatch gon do bout it
Huff and puff jump bad
Nigga I doubt it
Aint hard to fade
Get ya shit split real quick
Nigga you bitchmade 
Done fell in love scared of the truth
And if you only knew
She's doin it do it like the screw
Na see
She's tha type a girl ya die for
And when you dead
I'll be the type of guy she lie down for
And spread them legs
And gimme head
Show me all the kinky things she do
While you R.I.P. she's throwin it back thinkin bout you
Now when I'm through
Pass through my crew
She like it wit two
Or three or four
A lil gang bang with a low class hoe
She suckin fuckin me
I really thought you knew
She wanted to fuck my crew
Now what you wanna do

hook

See all my bitches got anotha nigga
And all my niggaz got anotha bitch
But why these niggaz are suggest to get these bitches rich
I buy em shit 
Half the time 
Hell I line shit
Every hoes a lying bitch
Sometimes they even find shit
Ya bitch is beepin me
My bitch is beepin you
And when we hop fucked up gonna fuck
We beat these bitches too
These bitches hard at first 
But then they fall in
Dont ya know they call me the freaky freak of all freaks
I break these bitches down
I make these hoes change
I sell these hoes game 
Fuck with theese bitches brains
Have em wanna leave they man
Kick em out and move me in
Juice them niggaz and they plan be to bring bread

She's one of the baddest bitches
Animal she's off tha chain
See she's hard to tame
And aint gon change
Nigga don't wreck ya brain
Over no dame
Who pullin trains
And runnin game
See I know these hoes
And what they for
Nigga it's all the same
From these slimy sluts
And mangy mutts 
They suck and fuck
For one quick buck
And turn around and set you up
And shit
She suckin fuckin me
Dont give a fuck about you
She wanted to fuck my crew
Now whatcha wanna do

[No lyrics]

{I thought all our problems were over}

Westcoast, we're not suppose to know better
I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen, huh?
You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind
Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head
Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin
I don't like it
I don't like it one mother fuckin bit

Trick Daddy:

Free me
I've been captured by some demons
They drainin my blood
Taken samples of my semen
Got the nerve to call me crazy
Tappin all my telephones
Questioning my lady's
But I trained them every summer
Hope to ball and never fumble
Survive in the jungle
It stinks like Stevie Wonder
Rainy days, I'll be the thunder
No carma and no drama
So I gots to ask my mama
Yo, why Kenny left me starvin
Didn't daddy do his part?
She explained she had a heart
She did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god
{Its Hard}

Courus: x2

You better run nigga
Do ya thang nigga
Get off a chain nigga
Cause you's a free nigga
Run nigga
Thang nigga
Chain nigga
{What}

I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation
Much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it
And that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner


Tre+6 :

I rest around the roudy bout it g niggas
And niggas who wanna be known as thugs
Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs
But ain't no love when they spray
Pray for them everyday
Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late
To my dismay my niggas ain't no thugs
They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day
And anything in they way, they gonna crush it
But if ain't about that flow then don't discuss it
Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted
Willin to die for anything, and that's official
Without or with you, pistol be government issued
With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed
We serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve

Funk Boogie:

See no like myself
See I hear no, speak no, see no evil
Except for them demons that be by lookin like everyday people
Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang
See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bang
But na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen
Dealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like Freddie
Tryin to whoop a nigga for somethin
That's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothin
Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the click
We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch

Courus: x 2


Tre+6 :

Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live for
Talkin bout you real how you killed so
Scared to death, shakin like a dildo
Find something to live for
It's sad to see you with that slave mentality
Let me set you free, come follow my cracks ain't no lookin back
Better run like hell, for sure you'll end up dead, don't bump your head
Man I'm bout to make right for you and me
To my ghetto children, Be Free
See how life's suppose to be


Run nigga
What
Thang nigga
What
Chain nigga
What

{It's over}
Run nigga
What {it's over}
Thang nigga
What {it's over
Chain nigga
What {it's over}
{Nigga we runaway slaves}

f/ Society

[Trick Daddy]
For all my children, huh, let 'em know
Sing for me

Chorus: [Children]

Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we pray, help us Lord

Verse 1: [Trick Daddy]

I done seen it all, done even lost a couple dogs
Everything from seeing hoes boosting in the mall
Niggas who used to ball, they ain't ballin' now
Hoes who hated me, dem bitches callin' now
And mama told me, but she never told me when,
She said when money come sin, its some fake ass friends
I keep niggas in da blind, and outta mind
Cuz broke niggas full of slim and they got dirt on they mind
Catch me slipping never, and not once, ever ever
Lost a bank to the better I'm a muthafucking fool my self
I can't fool myself, cause if I ever slip, they gotta have that there
Two years ago, I lost a friend in da line of thuggin'
He got drunk out clubbin'
Some niggas followed him home, a glock nine to the dome
It wasn't long for he was gone
For a set of d's and quarter ki's we lose to many men
And now to many man, understand how to be the man
See the man lied, so the man died, I seen the devils in his eyes
Though the man in the skys eyeing

Chorus: [Children]

Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we pray, help us Lord

Verse 2: [Society]

Never confuse luv with lust
Retailate bust for bust
You can trust in us, we spit that venomous
It's either, them or us, ash to ash, sell the dust
We go to war for the peace, ignore the police
I still believe that its the east that invented,
See the west complemented, they always represent it
And all my peoples down south keeps it weed scented
Better focus, when I put this hocus pocus on the cd
I drop mine in braile so them blind cats can read me
I'm the cat that curiosity killed, prophesy filled
I'm still water that run deeper than hole pussy
Get pushy in the clutch, roll up like dutchmadness
I cuts and slashs, plus I, flows like Casius
It's warless clashes you need credit in the last days
So when them gats spray, do crime pay when you get shot
That's why I stay calm like www dot, cd
For who seeks the actual article
You heard it live its certified, mechanic on the mother ship
The alien, I changed the course of them with the wings
I would love to be considered sin in a physical form
Like I'm born to be crucified and mother was born to cry
Taught bitches born to live long and bastards are born to die
And God and the devil just don't see eye to eye
Coz ya'll thugs don't understand that the devil gone always lie

Chorus: [Children]

Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yeah ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we pray, help us Lord

Yeah, Committee remix, you can't beat us (who you is fool?)
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars (like that)

Being that I'm... (x4)

Real, I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black, baldheaded plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars
A real woman scholar
If a players what you want lil' momma holla

Yeah, I'ma holla through, you looking good
So Trick what you wanna do
I asked my girls if all the player talk was true
They told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your move
Now can I be your lover

Don't bother asking your friends about my Benz and ends
Unless you planning on me staying yeah
I get my freak on, plus my back strong
No more sad songs for long girl your daddy's home
I'll be your player

I need a player
Someone who's gonna treat me right 
(If a players what you want lil' momma holla)

So Trick you a player Boo
I like your game if you want I'm available
I'll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhh
I'll get you hot when my lips touch your spot
I'll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stop
You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit'?)
Trick Daddy Dollars
I turn you on when I touch your chest
And you turn me on when you kiss my neck
Nothing less than deep penetration
Anticipation, lets make it happen, I'm sick of waiting
Daddy, you know you possess the key
So where you want it

Right here on the side of me
I'll be your player

(chorus)
I need a player
Someone who's gonna treat me right 
(they call me Trick Daddy Dollars)
I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night
(If a player's what you want lil' momma holla

See I suduce you wit' your legs up
First we bone and get it on, all night long, on and on
Then I continue when you draw straw
Make your heart be stoning til' you climb the wall
You taste so sweet, from your head to your feet
It's my treat so baby girl ?
Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servant
And while I'm serving, I'll slap you up a serving
Half the thugs wouldn't do the things I do
I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you
Hell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butter
Pink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spam
I'll be your player

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