Lyrics Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy

Fuckin' Around

Why'all niggas keep fuckin around

Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground

I ain't no busta see, why'all niggas better stop fuckin wit me

I hit the clown in the dirt

Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt

The first nigga quick to get it first

Call the paramedics 'cause the police be stealing from the herse

I aim it at ya hat when I burst

If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat niggas first

And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb

Slap that bitch on the third

Nigga done caught wit a slurr

Can't see shit but a blurr

Crank up that Chevey let her purr

We all from the curve

Bitch niggas runnin up nerve

I ain't gone let you die

And I (?) Tag a man

Said you runnin from the hood and I'm packistan

Bitch I'm a mutha fuckin jacka man

And Understand when the mutha fuckin crack is stayin

Why'all mutha fuckers better run 'cause we got bombs

Plus we got guns that take off arms

Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84

And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigga who ain't feelin' this rhyme

And ain't feelin' this vibe

To many niggas goose neckin my ride

But okay my A.K fully

Why'all niggas watch how you step to me

And why'all young niggas back the fuck up

And don't make me act the fuck up

'cause it al' be another war

I'll kill every mutha fucker that why'all know

That's yo' ma,pa, sister in law

Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe

Now I ain't claim to be a saint

And no got damn serial killer

I just want to know my nigga what made you disrespect a nigga

What you thought I was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor

Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fuck nigga I'm gone catch ya

Been got my be 's got my cheese

Fuck nigga you don't play wit a G'

Cock back aim and squeeze

Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees

My ol' boy didn't raise no snitch

My Ol' girl didn't raise no bitch

You outta line I'll kill you bitch

Not put that shit on my chick

Man I pull bout 26 bitches

Gotta perk shit 26 inches

On the concrete nigga

Gotta lace on the concrete nigga

At least when I rap a lot

Break down hoes in the trap a lot

Fuck nigga I got crypt for days

Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade

305 to the 404, G' shit we'll take ya hoe

Look dawg we'll take ya bricks

Then you gone cop some candy shit

Fuck nigga I hope it's worth it

Spray ya ass like a job from (?)

Came here to suck a dick ATL Dade county and Trick

Aye,aye why'all suck ass niggas keep playin wit me

Fuck around see me wit a A.K on the streets

Start bussin makin mutha fuckers lay in the streets

All 'cause of what a nigga say on the beat

Look, I'm a G' that's sayin the least

From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key

Instead of all that attention you were payin to me

You should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin

But I know most niggas ain't built like that

Just know old niggas get killed like that

You don't want to fuck around wit Tip like that

Look Flip when the body bag zip that's that

Niggas want to talk shit and cock duce

Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin

So you can run high and tell lies if you want to

But when I fuck around and run up on you what you gone do