Fuckin' Around - Trick Daddy feat Kase
[Chorus]
Yall n_ggas keep f_ckin around
F_ckin' around, f_ck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, yall n_ggas better stop f_ckin wit me
[Young Jeezy]
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that n_gga down in the dirt
The first n_gga quick to get it first
Call the paramedics cuz 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 n_ggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that b_tch on the third
N_gga done caught wit a slurr
Cant see sh_t but a blurr
Crank up that Chevey let her purr
We all from the curve
B_tch n_ggas runnin up nerve
I aint gone let u die
And I (?) Tag a man
Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan
B_tch I'm a mutha f_ckin jacka man
And Understand when the mutha f_ckin crack is stayin
[Trick Daddy]
Yall mutha f_ckers better run cuz 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 n_gga who aint feelin' this rhyme
And ain't feelin' this vibe
To many n_ggas goose neckin my ride
But okay my A.K fully
Yall n_ggas watch how u step to me
And yall young n_ggas back the f_ck up
And don't make me act the f_ck up
Cuz it al' be another war
I'll kill every mutha f_cker that yall know
Thats 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 wanna know my n_gga what made u disrespect a n_gga
What u thought I was a buster, s_cker, a rapper, or actor
N_gga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day f_ck n_gga I'm gone catch ya
[Chorus 2x]
[Kase 1]
Been got my B's got my cheese
F_ck n_gga u dont play wit a G'
Cock back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees
My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch
My Ol' girl didnt raise no b_tch
U outta line I'll kill u b_tch
Not put that sh_t on my chick
Man I pull bout 26 b_tches
Gotta perk sh_t 26 inches
On the concrete n_gga
Gotta lace on the concrete n_gga
At least when I rap a lot
Break down hoes in the trap a lot
F_ck n_gga I got crypt for days
Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade
305 to the 404, G' sh_t we'll take ya hoe
Look dawg we'll take ya bricks
Then u gone cop some candy sh_t
F_ck n_gga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from (?)
Came here to s_ck a d_ck ATL Dade county and Trick
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
Aye,aye yall s_ck ass n_ggas keep playin wit me
F_ck around see me wit a A.K on the streets
Start bussin makin mutha f_ckers lay in the streets
All cuz of what a n_gga say on the beat
Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least
From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key
Instead of all that attention u were payin to me
U should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin
But I know most n_ggas aint built like that
Just know old n_ggas get killed like that
U dont wanna f_ck around wit Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that
N_ggas wanna talk sh_t and cock duce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin
So u can run high and tell lies if u want to
But when i f_ck around and run up on u what u gone do
[Chorus]
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