[Trick DaddyThis one goin out to uhhthat nigga Bub the game done changedYoung Black BoyRick Growleythat nigga Wayne Parker ha haYou knowall the niggaz I know that was told onYesterday skillerstoday s fuck niggaz huh?[Verse OneMy lifestyle s quite complicatedI m an ex-drug dealercorner sto niggastill mob affiliatedI m disrespectfulill-mannered and quite fiestyThat s why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like meBut Lordif you re listeninplease God forgive meIf I end up doin one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill meBut the devil leaves me only a few choicesI gotta kill him or he ll kill mey all niggaz don t hear meSee y all got choppers that s splittin when these niggazgo to {?} sippin and set trippin like FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!I m just doin my thug thizzleand I ain t fuckin with a niggaSo why they fuckin with a nigga huh?I guess it s part of the stripwhere you step out of lineget flipped out the lipfuckin round get killedSo let them niggaz know I ll never forget emThrough the rain sleet or snowI ll always remember yo[Chorus 2X: Trick DaddyYou never knowyou never knowYou never knowyou never never knowYou never knowyou never know thatknow that.. know that..[Verse TwoAnd even though mychildhood was low budgetshitSome of the shit I couldn t haveI wouldn ta haveif the niggaz wouldn ta took itI wanted things my momma couldn t affordAnd that s crazycause as a little shortyit made me even want it moreBut now the police got the spot hotDoin an undercover drug ringsellin X pills and cocaineAnd some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worseis that them jerks lost they spine against my own teamI heard how bad them boys really want meBut most likelythey gon indict mefor keepin it real homeyAfter allI done exposed a few of they ratsAnd done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they backAnd all the shit that I can tell emtell emTwo times convicted felon soain t much I can sell emPlus I m a slug and my third strike s my whole lifeI know the money s lovely but hell I ll hold tight cause[Chorus[Verse ThreeOne murder comin right upWho got beef for the Daddy DollarsAnd wearin wires around they collarsYoy all fuck niggaz I ll stop yaAnd I declare war on any pussy boyAnd tell his momma his son a whoreHim give dem crackers what dey lookin forSee the Boogie Man s got a backup planAnd I llback up sprayinso y all don t act up manI was just a law-abidin citizenAnd I never been a shit startedbut I been well known to finish itSeeand you can fuck aroundand have a whole truckof young stupid muh fuckers cept that now they lookin for yaAnd all they need is a minute in the clearWhere all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chanceSo y all keep playin all the crackinden throwin bricks at emThe next bitch they catchbet they ass sendin matchesYou never knowcause they never knowand they never willWhy? Cause real niggaz never tellc mon[Chorus

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