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TRICK DADDY lyrics - www.thug.com

Run Nigga

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(I thought all our problems were over) Westcoast, we're not suppose to know better I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen, huh You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin I don't like it I don't like it one mother fuckin bit [Trick Daddy:] Free me I've been captured by some demons They drainin my blood Taken samples of my semen Got the nerve to call me crazy Tappin all my telephones Questioning my lady's But I trained them every summer Hope to ball and never fumble Survive in the jungle It stinks like Stevie Wonder Rainy days, I'll be the thunder No carma and no drama So I gots to ask my mama Yo, why Kenny left me starvin Didn't daddy do his part She explained she had a heart She did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god (Its Hard) [Courus: x2] You better run nigga Do ya thang nigga Get off a chain nigga Cause you's a free nigga Run nigga Thang nigga Chain nigga (What) I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation Much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it And that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner [Tre+6 :] I rest around the roudy bout it g niggas And niggas who wanna be known as thugs Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs But ain't no love when they spray Pray for them everyday Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late To my dismay my niggas ain't no thugs They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day And anything in they way, they gonna crush it But if ain't about that flow then don't discuss it Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted Willin to die for anything, and that's official Without or with you, pistol be government issued With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed We serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve [Funk Boogie:] See no like myself See I hear no, speak no, see no evil Except for them demons that be by lookin like everyday people Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bang But na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen Dealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like Freddie Tryin to whoop a nigga for somethin That's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothin Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the click We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch [Courus: x 2] [Tre+6 :] Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live for Talkin bout you real how you killed so Scared to death, shakin like a dildo Find something to live for It's sad to see you with that slave mentality Let me set you free, come follow my cracks ain't no lookin back Better run like hell, for sure you'll end up dead, don't bump your head Man I'm bout to make right for you and me To my ghetto children, Be Free See how life's suppose to be Run nigga What Thang nigga What Chain nigga What (It's over) Run nigga What (it's over) Thang nigga What (it's over) Chain nigga What (it's over) (Nigga we runaway slaves) (Nigga we runaway slaves and we ain't going back)

Dutch Masters

JAE MILLZ "Dead Presidents 2"
[Verse 1:] They act like I wanna get fame off dissing niggas, Like I ain't already got fame off dissing niggas, That's one thing I do, got if I ain't got shit on niggas Youtube me, they watch my battles more than ya singles nigga Recite some of the most clever shit ever made And by the way I ain't battle in bout a decade Yo, don't be mad at me for catching darts Ya'll niggas through and let's keep it moving, respect the art I just wanna smoke and chase kush clouds And celebrate Obama, no longer stressed bout what Bush allow I wish I can supply the world with pounds 'Cause dutch masters make the world go round Check me out [Verse 2:] Mind over matter until the day that my ashes are scattered Or til that evening at my casket It's lower then them green stims that grow out of that brown dirt That ground work, is what calculates and totals to your town's worth Where I'm from, girls only care bout that brown purse Black girl lost but Louis Vuitton made her feel she found earth I can't just apparent that miss ladder All I can do is teach my princess better Nas was right on time with that daughter's record He came out with it the week I found out what my girl was expecting Now I'm so geeked I wish I could supply the world with pounds 'Cause dutch masters make the world go round [Verse 3:] Before my grandmother died she said nothing is promised So that's my proudest fact So proud in fact her grandson naming his album that Shout to Harlem, it's only right that I style in raps Put gold around my wrists and fingers Kneel down a smile for snaps Yea, jailhouse pose For my soldiers in them jailhouse clothes, salute Listen to the sentences, I just thinks you could tell I know What the fuck I'm fuckin talkin bout From hell I arose Now it's 10 toes on this cold world that they place the nigga in But I'm good, I got nigga skin You say I'm a whack rapper? That's cool Being a black man on earth, I've been called worse That's why I wish I could supply the world with pounds 'Cause dutch masters make the world go round Smoke something bitch Millz

Wake-Up Call

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
[Aesop Rock] Wake up, wake up Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up [Percee P] Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off pause and hit record [Aesop Rock] Is you fat cats or lab rats? Trails tell my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city Defunct, and apparently examinin' famine, I'm a Volatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe Sing to the track and think back When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted By every lost child at present Normally I drill pillars of normalcy You're cordially invited to accompany me In rotations of the tables to label the opposition As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back Brain trip the Beta weights, trap for the slaughter Like livestock infected with anthrax On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze Where the bluest ribbons yield the glory days Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious days Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of operation Slave to idiot box revalations And wrapped tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers 20,000 league nappers and the swelling increases Once the mortar hit the pestle your whole vessel fell to pieces And I laughed, I laughed for me and my starving art family I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp fresh My mic stabs white flags and drags trembling, Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of compliance Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like termites And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress The all new and improved poetically portable Aesop Rock Available in stores with my, highly suggested parental discretion 99 brilliant new dimensions, bust it [Percee P] I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand tagging 50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me Says "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie" I stick instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead You'd better let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides And never sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes One verse, lung burst, as I done first Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker) My new cuts are hot, bodies chewed up a lot Then flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and shine Leave you back in time and I'll be there still ain't at my prime I'm a stab your face in, trial and shit is wild I turn the dial, niggas stealing my style I should file for reparations

Happy Thoughts

MICK JENKINS "FreeNation Presents, The Pursuit of HappyNess. The Story of MickalasCage. fool..."
[Yawns] We're gonna do something a little different here for ya folks Free... [Clears throat, sniffles] It's gonna be really groovy, man Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Chiefin' on leafy greens and thinkin' just like LeBron The 4th quarter's up on us, I'm hopin' we finish strong Prop and Chris do too much I'm just hopin' we finish song Niggas be smokin' with' us and hopin' to finish bongs The quotes is what's really potent, the focus is on what's wrong The message is in yo' mind, I'm hopin' you sing along I know you gone listen close, I just hope that you see the prob Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Still feelin' peachy kings save this peach drink, they be divine Calypso it be the bomb, tell 'em about it Mick HappyNess is for the free, you can tell 'em about the clique How we tell 'em about our hearts, or we tell 'em about a brick Gotta break it down for these niggas then sell it out on the strip Off the strength We isn't whack And they feelin' a couple tracks And I'm movin' like Nicky Bond so I'm flipin' a couple packs, of this brick Music you hearin' I'm chillin' with all my niggas New Amsterdam in my Sprite I'm happy without that life A master plan in my sights Keep it tight When I right, fool And keep that Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Free I told you it was gonna be groovy man

Ghost Dope

JUICY J "Hustle Till I Die"
[Hook x2:] Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut throat Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut throat You didn't catch me with no blow and I don't own no triple beams And how you gonna charge me for some dope That I ain't touched or that I ain't seen [Verse 1:] I knew a thug that had a plug straight outta South Memphis But he a drug habit, he couldn't stop sniffing I had my goons meet him, ready to buy 'bout 20 bricks Bring the summer time, ooh, I'm 'bout to make a lick Just like always man we had to check the dope And he said, "It's all good, man you know we folks" One of my goons called "J man this nigga tripping I see about 50 pillows but the other 5 missing And this nigga nose draining like a waterfall I'm 'bout to get what I can get and make his heart pause" Just before I can get this nigga to calm down I hear a "Freeze" and some shooting in the background [Hook x2] [Verse 2:] This shit was on the news, the Feds busted all my goons The nigga with the plug habit working with them fools Packing all my shit I heard some knocks at my front door "Come out with your hands up", so now I'm on the floor It's about to go down, they kicked the doors down Guns at my head, U.S. Marshals all around Tearing up my place, nothing never was found It's in the shotgun house, somewhere in Orange Mound Interrogation they kept asking me my tele-code If I don't tell 'em nothing I'll get life with no parole But I don't snitch, hope you niggas know the business The wire taps is what they got but no witness [Hook x2]

The Comeback

TQ "They Never Saw Me Comin'"
[Intro] Yo What's up Ay what's up nigga Guess what nigga What I done found them niggas. You done found 'em Fa sho. No shit And guess where they at Where they at In yo hood. Oh it's on. Nigga you need to get down here now. I'm on my way. What They done shot yo baby momma what! Aw shhh Ah man, oh no it's gonna be () these niggas up man Real ballsy shit Yo, real ballsy partner I ain't got nothin' else to live for man What else is there to be for These niggas want war or somethin' You strapped Come on let's get these fools! [Daz Dillinger] I'm rolling through the streets, me and my homeboys watered out See me with it on everything, that's what we talkin 'bout Plottin, jackin, murder, robberies we specialize in that We'll make our pockets fat, weed, pistols and crack As a gangster livin it up, growin up in a scandalous town Automatic weapons wanna spray the town, lay the gang down Hangin out bangin all around, smackin fools in they mouth no doubt Showin these fools what we all about Big clout and money, that's what we all about You see we die for this color, money, respect and honor Serious about this game, kill for pennies and dollars I'm crucial and brutal to those that test Wanna be a G, represent the set See this ain't nothin new homeboy, see we ain't got stupid yet See we the finest of the finest and the bossest and bossest Doin what we do, major clout and so we flossin Get the fuck out the way, cuz here we come homeboy And my niggas don't play TQ [TQ] I'm up at mom's house taped up Three months rehabilitating finally got my weight back up She told me I'm gonna pray to God that you'll be alright That's my only mamma nigga, she knows what's on my mind You shot my girlfriend when she was three months There went my children, found out it was more than one You've got me limping and I can't move as fast But I swear on baby grave that I'm a get that ass What about my little sister, she used to get good grades But now she's paranoid, going to school with a 38 Now how much of this do you think I'm gonna take Nigga I'm comin back [Hook] All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess I'm comin back And you better be watchin everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin back I won't lay down before you do, that's on me I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin I'm comin back All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I might be waitin to get ya I'm comin back [TQ] Friday night again and I got a new Benz Bust a left on 120th, I see you slippin This nigga's in my hood, tell me how can this be Gotta thank the Lord for sending this blessin down to me I get my glock ready, Beenie can't shoot this time Cuz I been feelin and dreamin, this motherfucker's mine I let my heat fly, I see him fallin down And all I'm hearing is kaplaw kaplaw plaw plaw After the smoke clears, I hear a baby screamin I'm tryin to figure out, but all I see is demons Father forgive me if I hurt this child, let me die tonight Walked up to the Beamer, see the kid's alright I hand him to his cryin mama, tell her turn away Somebody punched up daddy number and it's Judgement Day For anybody askin questions, you didn't even see my face I'm comin back [Hook] All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess I'm comin back And you better be watchin everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin back I won't lay down before you do, that's on me I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin I'm comin back All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I might be waitin to get ya I'm comin back [Kurupt] Yeah, this for all y'all bitch ass niggas If you gonna blast, then blast If you gon think, think fast I'm movin emotion, a double dosage of doja Give () a nigga ride his ride, slip slide Dash, slide slash cop, fuck aimin blast Blast dash, dash stash, that's for Daz TQ what the fuck they really wan do Like they don't know a thing about me and you Don't trip, don't act a ass, don't do shit unless you down to blast G dog rollin with pounds of hash Forty cal colt in the back a stash Never go to sleep, better not tweak Punk what the fuck, TQ Kurupt, mash and dash Two hits and pass, first to last Bound to bounce, I'm a round em up then I'm a round em out I'm a blaze an ounce, I'm a blaze a stick I'm a hit em with some gangsta shit Cigarettes then joints dip Fears pierce and shit when the AK spit Gangstas [Hook] All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess I'm comin back And you better be watchin everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin back I won't lay down before you do, that's on me I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin I'm comin back All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I might be waitin to get ya I'm comin back [Hook] All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess I'm comin back And you better be watchin everyone you meet Might not be the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I'm comin back I won't lay down before you do, that's on me I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin I'm comin back All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep I might be waitin to get ya I'm comin back Gangstas, TQ, Dogg Pound No bitches allowed

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