All I Need - Trick Daddy
[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 n_ggas tote guns distribute and run
Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
N_ggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
N_gga, 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 b_tches that'll die for me
How many n_ggas 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 n_gga
The sh_t was deep I couldn't just let it go
While I was shootin' bout my money
Fruitin' bout my dough, b_tch
I bust his ass like the last muthaf_cka
Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
You shoulda seen the muthaf_cka jumpin' thumpin'
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You muthaf_ckas went in bad choppas
I still got em, that n_gga begged for his life but I still shot him
I let him know b_tch, 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
N_gga 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 n_gga was hurtin' them
I take this sh_t 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 n_gga 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 b_tches that'll die for me
How many n_ggas 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 sh_t in Dade
Killer bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten this sh_t, got SK's with extra clips
Holla "killer head", and make them b_tches flip the script
Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right
Them feel my eyes, these b_tches down to die tonight
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
Went "bang, bang" till their muh'f_ckin' 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 b_tches that'll die for me
How many n_ggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
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