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
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
] [Trick Daddy] Some of da dudes we thought was real O.G.s was O.D.s cause they talk pleas and includin G's like you and me (you and me) The first step
Williams) Turn it up loud Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man You a little sucker for love, right? Word up, hahahahaha I shoulda seen you was trouble right from
I'll burst first bitch And you know what's worse I'm coming from the land where the choppers roam So phuck you bitch and your Coppertone Stringy hair
them know this licks on me. What's up? Dade. [Rick Ross:] [Intro:] You see him. You see him. Ross. You see him. You see him. Trick. Pitbull.
no thing Still claim the same it's that blueboy gang The northside is where the boss rides That's where I hang, hold up man I'm reppin' Tex when I'm wreckin' decks Make you
you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream. When you
, New York has ever seen For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke glock Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well From
you been in the streets You was with that hoe again, money wrapped in rubber bands What you sellin' blow again? How she got you holdin' guns but you call that hoe your friend? You
bell" But it be hard to maintain and stay peaceful If you don't know to tame the devil then the devil will beat you Defeat you, deceive you, evil He will never leave you
I don't know you And I'm sure to get my thug on, ho Who that baby's daddy, daddy is beatin' your nigga Where his Caddy at? He probably mad in fact
You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can't sell bubble So here it is fool, I play the game where its no rules Givin' you lessons from
like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you
for talking that shit You don't want none nigga, you don't want none You don't want none bitch, you don't want none You don't want none nigga, you don
thank so I thank he from down south, where they get low To the window Dual pipes and vogues sippin' gin, head in the wind, you seen it before You know