(Trick Daddy)
Bitch I`ll kill ya, fo` night
(Hook x2)
I`m goin` all way out bout mine
Best dat a bitch get shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
The prices stay the same and they drop bout mine
(Verse 1, Money Mark)
You fucks with T Double D then you fucks with we
Now you runnin` round duckin` me
Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee
I send them killers where ya mama be
I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay
Come through choppin` ya block I don`t plizzay
Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way
Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey
Love dough and love to hate hoes
Love to pull nigga bout mine lil` nose
Nigga tryna hold me back, I`m throwin` `bows
I`m a treal ass nigga, that`s how shit goes
(Rick Ross)
You can never fuck with me, I`ll just flow harder
CL 6 sittin` low on those (?)
I`m a Philly man, but I don`t blow garbage
Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it
Ain`t no love, you see how the Feds do us
Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas
Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas
Body on `em so what, look up we had shooters
(?) Take all tinted route
Hand guns, razor blades comin` out of the mouth
Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper
It`s more to mine rapper
Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat
Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back
Lay niggas down like this? No like `dat
No whoever ran, make `em come back like crack
(Duece Poppi)
You better worry bout you, don`t worry bout me
I pop three, out the drop-e
I smoke brocoli, you know we got D
Duece Poppi and T Double D
We got them AK shells and they hot as hell
Crackin` back to the white meat like lobster tails
Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone
Tore his head off `cause he had his vest on
12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters
Niggas curlin` up like activators
Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies
You ain`t rapped like that when Tupac was alive
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2, Mystic)
I`m not gonna fuck with you nigga, `cause I don`t know you my nigga
So don`t you fuck with me or my dogs
Nigga I`m for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine
I chill, smoke crip and send orders
Off all those po-po`s and armed forces, fuck `em
They don`t wanna see me fly, I don`t trust `em
They probably wanna see me die, that why
Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye
For them haters and hoes, `cause I don`t play about mine
Goin` deep, pray about mine
Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine
Fuck that you`ve been warned too many times
How you feel bout yours, nigga I`m ten times worse
You gettin` revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed
So please don`t fuck around with me
`Cause my dogs will bust around at he
Whoever obsessed, me boy, don`t test me boy
Touch me, my dog`ll wetcha boy
(Trick Daddy)
Most niggas get rich, get goats
I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks)
Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch
Throw it up `fore I blow it up
You ain`t know I was a G muthafucka
You don`t really wanna see me muthafucka
I`m a thug nigga, fo` life
Bitch I`ll kill ya, fo` night
I`m goin` all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine
Runnin` in your grandmami house bout mine
I ain`t slippin`, I got my nine
Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch `cause you got kids
Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live
Thug life and you know how it is
Shit don`t stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed)
