Fuckin' Around

Trick Daddy

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    [Chorus]
    Yall niggas keep fuckin around
    Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
    I ain't no busta see, yall niggas better stop fuckin wit me

    [Young Jeezy]
    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 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 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
    Cant see shit but a blurr
    Crank up that Chevey let her purr
    We all from the curve
    Bitch niggas runnin up nerve
    I aint gone let u die
    And I (?) Tag a man
    Said u 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

    [Trick Daddy]
    Yall mutha fuckers 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 nigga who aint feelin' this rhyme
    And ain't feelin' this vibe
    To many niggas goose neckin my ride
    But okay my A.K fully
    Yall niggas watch how u step to me
    And yall young niggas back the fuck up
    And don't make me act the fuck up
    Cuz it al' be another war
    I'll kill every mutha fucker 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 nigga what made u disrespect a nigga
    What u 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

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    [Chorus 2x]

    [Kase 1]
    Been got my B's got my cheese
    Fuck nigga 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 bitch
    U outta line I'll kill u 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 u 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

    [Chorus]

    [T.I.]
    Aye,aye yall 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 cuz of what a nigga 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 niggas aint built like that
    Just know old niggas get killed like that
    U dont wanna fuck around wit Tip like that
    Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that
    Niggas wanna talk shit 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 fuck around and run up on u what u gone do

    [Chorus]

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