[Trick Daddy] People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta) Just like that (Just like that) Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown) Couple DT's (Couple DT's) Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas....
[Infa Red] See I was raised in the slums But niggas tote guns distribute and run Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out That's how it is when you exposed in the south See
[Hook x2] All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
[Trick Daddy] The reenactment of my first murda With no remorse and no feelin's Hell, cuz I ain't even know this nigga The shit was deep I couldn't just let it go While I was shootin' bout my money Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch I bust his ass like the last muthafucka Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin' Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully You muthafuckas went in bad choppas I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you know Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them I take this shit back to thirties and vogue Let's see that's way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves That's in the days when the ave was jumpin' Ev'ry nigga was gettin' money, every corner was pumpin' and jumpin' Huh, but now we in the new era A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas Money, money, money... E'ery time, goddammit I'll say it e'ery time Betta call us murderers
[Hook x2] All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
[Trick Daddy] The boy think he gettin' payed, jumpin' out Squeezin' AK's, on the ground they lay That's how we do this shit in Dade Killer bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be Gotta straighten this shit, got SK's with extra clips Holla "killer head", and make them bitches flip the script Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang Went "bang, bang" till their muh'fuckin' brains hang I live for this, so damn right I kill for this And when I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss
[Hook x2] All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
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