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trick daddy - gangsta lyrics

(feat. baby, scarface)

[trick daddy]
and the winner is, trick diesel
facemob
my n-gg- baby, ha ha
gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

[chorus]
you know me, ‘t’ double, you know i’m a g
cuz i keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherf-cker
but it was like you, you a p-ssy n-gg-
but i keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherf-cker

[trick daddy]
went to a eight ball from a dime piece
ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
sh-t lookin’ good but i think slammin’
me and my dawg p-ssed up bought a block and a half
sellin’ o’s or betta clockin a f-g
bout four, five slugs and we was bustin’ they -ss
gotta keep my bread in a safe place
we up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations
hey yo i got the llello, you got the money
try nothin’ funny and i don’t buy dummies
every ounce betta bounce back
and every brick that i break up
it all betta flake up
and when that sh-t hit the waters
sh-t go to ballin’
that dope all betta fall in
i bought c-ke back on 84
back when wood used to get them bricks from the birdo
and when i hit him i want to hurt him
and on cutl-ss i wanna hit it
they -ss gon’ feel it

[chorus]

[baby]
ay, ay, ay, ay
it’s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
mmmm hmmmm cadillac that is
wit that rag top bubbly e cl-ss burnin’ rubber
you the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin’
ay, ay roll a lil somethin’
mmmm hmmmm blow a lil somethin’
i got them thangs for a lil nothin’
if you got a lil money i’ma throw a lil somethin’
b-mp this n-gg-
mmmm hmmmm f-ck you n-gg-
we aint from ’round here dumpin’ on n-gg-s
but ay trick daddy battle up for this n-gg-
well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
i got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
i got ki’s in the m-ffler
birdman daddy cmb motherf-cker

[chorus]

[scarface]
face mob, right back at ya
with o’s like cookies i flip like spatulas
99.9 of the time i’m on the grind
bricked up and breakin’ em down
i got to admit the dope game gravy
3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
you learn to swell you might see double
remember you can’t sell bubble
so here it is fool
i play the game where its no rules
givin’ you lessons from the old school
you don’t get high off your own supply
and when a motherf-cker cross you make sure he die
make the next man know he got to think about the payback
this sh-t go deeper than me rapping or me say that
ask my n-gg- trick daddy, ask my n-gg- baby
been like that since the early 80’s

[chorus]

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