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TRICK DADDY lyrics - Thugs Are Us


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(feat. Baby, Scarface) [Trick Daddy] And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga 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 motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker [Trick Daddy] Went to a eight ball from a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin' good but I think slammin' Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half Sellin' O's or betta clockin a fag Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ass 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 shit hit the waters Shit go to ballin' That dope all betta fall in I bought coke 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 cutlass I wanna hit it They ass 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 class 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' Bump this nigga Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga We aint from 'round here dumpin' on niggas But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) I got ki's in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker [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 motherfucker cross you make sure he die Make the next man know he got to think about the payback This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby Been like that since the early 80's [Chorus]

Bling Bling Remix

(B.G.) yo this cash money right? (lil wayne) oooooooooooooooooooooohhh you know it (juvenile) uh huh mmm hmmm lets set this off in this mutherfucker (BG) nigga you know im icin it up shit worth more than a mutherfuck my nigga got ice on his wrsit and shit the nigga always fuckin da bitch hoes dont know what this nigga got fool so bust the fuck you ass lickin ho (lil wayne) i like em hot gurls the kind that fuck that this hot boy fuck me up and play me like a toy like a britney spear type shear my nigga aint got nuthin here i be bling blingin like shit mann yall niggaz aint gotta dick (chorus) bling bling these niggaz right here like to bling bling we got hoes up in here bling bling we be drinkin da beer bling bling and smokin all that bad ass shit bling bling (baby) im a nigga that like the gold i dont give a fuck how old yall niggaz frontin all throught the week while i be sittin round smokin the weed aaaaaaah i feel you well not reely ima fuck you up nigga for reely so lets get this shit jumpin party it up like we motherfucking (dmx) im all about the dough makin a special appearence ya ho nigga you already know nigga dont fuck wit my flow yo i bust caps like shit bitch you can suck my dick ima badass mutherfucker that be right you bitch ass hooker i been in da cage bout three times(aight) i smoke so much weed i started to cry i was bout to die(for real) hell you know im fo reel i like to fuck up the deal gimme my money or ima have to kill (Chorus)x2 (juvenile) now juvenie be da motherfucker now the shit off in this mutherfucker yo nigga howzit crackin im gettin high and back stabbin i mean that shit literatly i am illeterate now what the fuck-ee yo niggaz back back or imma bus yo ass ass nas nas aint in rap no more fo shizzle my nizzle aint that a ho (turk) i put em drugs in my pocket like polly locket eat my cum you bitch ass dumb fuck i dont give shit whether this bitch wanna fuck wit my shit ahhh nigga that aint right stop actin so damn trife you fuck up my life now ima fuck up your wife uhhh uhhh she can swallow my cum (chorus)x4 (lil zane) now i just wanna have some fun tonight nigga in the club tonight we aint gotta fight we dont nobody to fuckin die tonight ima big pimp hit the hoes up in they shit shit my niggaz up in cash money they be gettin tha money and fuckin the honeys so if dre wanna fuck wit us he can suck my dick that stupie ass cunt (c-murder) cough cough cough uhh i be smokin a lot cough cough cough nigga still smokin a lot haha haha (sammy) yeah baby this is caaaaash money weird (bg) and baby you can back that ass up haw haw haw yo cut the track yeah cut this shit out

Freestyle - Dmx

Funkmaster Flex "The Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes of Funk, The Final Chapter"
Uhh, uhh, uhh Niggaz gettin trampled on, what's all the fuss about? Suckin my dick so hard, I'm bustin in they mouth And then I snuff em out, four to the mid', fuck what I did With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid Slid into the shadows, cause I'm dark like that I bark like that, jet black, but I spark like that Where ARE they at, when I get thirsty, shit Ain't a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets Bits, and pieces are all thats that left Niggaz so scared to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath til I pass, cause they ass, and I smelled em I S-P-E-L-L-E-D T-H-E-M, I spelled em To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead Red alert, niggaz is about to get hurt, do work to skirts, like a jag on the merk, ARF Night time is the right time for creepin Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she's sleepin I been off the deep end, since I was semen That's why now, I'm such a motherfuckin demon! SCREAMIN, my bloody head off, shit on my mind I gotsta get off Can't even hold a joint, lest I let off a couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven That's about eleven hundred as of now How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and the-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 {*sing like Nice and Smooth*} Life ain't worth a penny in, my book faggot That's why I took faggot shit, I'm a crook faggot Fat new leather jacket, I bag it, along with the jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools On the strength that they don't know what they holdin Niggaz called me TAILOR cause the WAY that I be sewin shit up cause I get up, off my ass and SKATE Makin more moves than U-Haul, from state to state I speak the GREAT, and if a nigga tells you different You turn around you ask the nigga, The FUCK is you be sniffin? Cause when it come to riffin, I am the riff raffin Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know they get had Motherfucker, Funk Flex, volume three, the final chapter Ruff Ryders, Irv Gotti, Def Jam.. Right here, where my dogs at? Got them all for you baby I got them all I gots them all..

To Ya Chest

Artifact "That's Them"
?Sahara zombie? Yeah For all those affiliated Yeah yeah [Tame One] Word is bond my songs ain't wack, and any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap, and can't get that I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats So if you get souped, I add beef Commander in Chief of the belief fonta leafs burn slower The end knot mixin E J with soda keeps me geeked up So if you got weed then speak up so I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea cups We bust the raps that matter, while you battle your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter I put it together like McGyver, bombin your rhyme cypher Helpin to represent funk like diapers I'm one of them prime time rhymes without rotation but I'm patient, cause Tame One don't owe no station nathan I'd rather hide my tape collection like I'm Nixon Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's missin Chorus: El Da Sensai Crews get taken out quick, who's the best Tame and MC El bringin lyrics to ya chest, one two (repeat 2X) [El Da Sensai] One two, Artifacts, nine-six My forms, patterns, some might think it's arrogant I'm transparent, but with lyrics it's apparent That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater Instant flow, like five minute grits flips To rock for the Jack's haps be on some other shit Uncover skits like a private dick hits From all different directions, chop you into sections like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for alla y'all tall raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall, foot in the mix like Hammer grammar forms Check the track, flip the song Hits From the Bong, wrong Side bumpin in your ride Graffitism tokin ism gaggin off the lyrical jism New Jersey native, creative with the sorts B-boy wishin for battles check the injury reports But there are no flaws in this rap lord's rest Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest Chorus

Get It Poppin'

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?"
(ALRIGHT!) (I'm showin my flying monkey) (OH NO! NOT THE FLYING MONKEY!) (Yes, yes the flying monkey) [DJ On Point] This shit right here is called Get It Poppin' Shout out to Soul Diggers on the beat [Intro - Joe Budden] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots] C'mon, c'mon niggaz, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots] (DJ ON POINT) C'mon, now look, now look [gunshot] (Is this what you want?) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Nobody likes me, everybody hates me Play that jump off, all of Jers' gon' go crazy (yeah) Model chicks buggin, talkin 'bout havin his babies You just "Think She Likes You", you doin it like JD Pull up at the dice game, wrists on AC (so) For my own safety, I'm keepin it off safety (okay) Feds wanna indict him, blue suits wanna chase me (what?) My money too long for you fuckers to come and cage me Don't wile out with glocks no more (naw) If I'm "Window Shoppin," I'm probably 'bout to rob that store Dog, license suspended, stash, stay with a nina While I'm the highway, drag racin the Medina (c'mon) Naw they can't be 'em, Joey they can't see 'em No prison could hold 'em, Bruce Bowen can't D 'em (oh) Don't handcuff a ho, don't wife 'em and don't feed 'em Somebody should have told her, it's a privilege just to meet 'em (c'mon) [Chorus - Joe Budden] Lets get it poppin niggaz, lets get it poppin [2 gunshots] Lets get it poppin my nigga, lets get it poppin [2 gunshots] You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin It's, [2 gunshots], What it do [gunshot], how it go [gunshot] Lets get it poppin niggaz, lets get it poppin (BOOM, BOOM) Lets get it poppin my nigga, lets get it poppin (BOOM, BOOM) You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin It's, (BOOM), What it do (BOOM), how it go (BOOM) [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Look at here Let me tell you why I'm that hype (why?) As soon as I started ghostwritin everybody started gettin signed overnight (yeah) I need green for everything now The murder rate's goin up cause they puttin Beans on everythin now I had this Bugaboo bitch, keep wantin me to romance her (HO!) Always poppin up, I called her George Costanza (HO!) Spent some time with her, realized I couldn't stand her (So) So I logged her in my phone as "You A Fool If You Answer" (c'mon) Drama's not a thing, my ratchet'll never leave me Fitted on tilt, I'm bitin off that obe-sity (yessir) Feel like Bruce Lee-roy, if niggaz is so tough I put they face underwater and make 'em say "sho nuff" (sho nuff, c'mon) You know how the game go, every club, same hoes I ain't with the rumors tell the bullshit damaiano But call me if you lookin for that cocaine flow (why?) Then I'll spit that propane and watch the whole thing blow (LETS GO!) Lets go [Chorus] (Is this what you want?) [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Look, look I told 'em not to fuck with the kid I take your wig off or maybe you can save it, like Busta hair did Drop my V at the garage, let 'em custom my whip I'm not spoiled, its just I've grown accustomed to shit (OH!) I mean nobody likes me, everybody hates me Keep that shit comin, watch how stronger it makes me (uh huh) Burner near by when I'm ridin in that Mercedes Case one of these snakes get they courage up to face me Lets go [Chorus] [Outro - DJ On Point - talking] Shout out the whole BSC My nigga Slum Bugz DJ Sunkist Drew Cartier The Don, Dre Bless DJ BabeyDrew, My nigga Freeze, what up? Shout out to Can't forget Young B 'Toya, MK, Nate, I see y'all

Cash Still Rules / Scary Hours

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Raekwon] Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot [Method Man] I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh when we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) [*together*] What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money [Ghostface] Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass with dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out...

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