Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

TRICK DADDY lyrics - Based On A True Story


Original and similar lyrics
I feel like I'm too hard to die man, I feel like I can't see faded, you know? I feel like can't no nigga fade me. I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit, you know what I'm saying? Blaaah! Steady comin got you runnin for your damn life I'm busting shots with this glock, nigga act right You crossed this nigga how you playin I'm a naughty head The last bitch got 4 shots to the head I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat. There was no motive for the murder on the straight tip And all you can seen was blood and brains every damn where So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or his face or his forehead (killa!) Kill-a-head and the body dead (2x) Buddy Roe Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest nevertheless I'm leaving a mess Nigga, fuck your chest Hollow points leaving brains on the front seat Fuck with me and I'mma set you free nigga Pop my trunk check out my funk Nothing but pumps, Leave that ass smelling like raw conch You coochie niggas playing with it you gon get shitted Metro wants to know who did it Now aint nobody rapping to the fucking cops And if they do we coming back for 'lick them blood clots We killing bitches not to mention snitches everyday The 9 glock triple platinum in the MIA Kill-a-head and the body dead (4x) The graveyeard is my home Tombstones and bones Murder weapons is the case now don't hearse my bone Headhunting is my hobby who the victim be And who's next on my everyday headless spree My gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top Now I'm a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks Quick to pull a trigger cuz that's all I know Robbing creeps raping hoez and just slanging dope I got my masters in disaster I'm like Andrew kick in your door at your hoe mad, your dawg too I'm new in town your aint heard man Jason Lee Satisfied to his ass I had him begging please I went to hell now I'm back and I'm hellafied Took over down there made the devil cry I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep I got a trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too I killed my posse and my friends, I'm after you I crash your party kill your bed smoke some killer man What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up, and I'm 'on Kill again Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x Buddy Roe I'm paranoid 'cause I'm hearing thangs Time served only out a few months, associated with birds They wanna plot, but I got bad nerves Peep, milli 14 on the front seat You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it It's grounds missing who did it? I'mma deal with it So 'fuck I care about your shawty? Nigga you been naughty You skipped town with two pounds of my doo-doo brown Naw nigga how you playing I done counted that You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask My cuban friend want his ends Instead of you flipping the dividends straight to me and him you cop a benz Silly rabbit you dont started stabbing, now I got to let you have it Rapid-fire from my automatic You left me stuck so now you out of luck 'Cause you done fucked my credit up (Trick Daddy) Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Coochie nigga what fuck another minute you won't get to spend it I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch, Kill-a-head Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x


Pussy nigga whatcha doin! Hook All day I dream about, all day I dream about sex It's the way you move your sexy groove That's got my mind all over you All day I dream about, all day I dream about Your sex feels so savoifare I'm tired of jercking off cause your not there Big Boi 65' Chevrolet Impala peachy cream Oozing down the street like toothpaste Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' bout mean at the inseam on the inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunch on, testes more blue than a Crip Or the blue man group caught that on the Vegas strip Chillin' with good game, Ju Ju, Pimpin Ken and my nigga Don Magic Pimpin Ken and my nigga Diamond Jit Pimps (pimps), lips (lips), legs (legs), arms (arms), Necks (necks), hips (hips), head (head) monk test It's the camel toe and that's fo' sho' My brain is on one track Like Marion Berry thoughts for crack Or like a rock star does for smack. None of that but the female genitalia's where its at I'm a man and I demand a woman for that act Personal preference plus I use the law of nature as a reference Now I don't ever recall seeing a man turn up pregnant, but that's just me Feminine female fantasies frolic freely in my cockpit Every thirty something seconds I can't stop it Hook Killer Mike Killer Kill from Adamsville and in my Bonneville I chill Heifers call me Black & Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal Catch me daydreaming about them, thick, medium or slim Doctors call that thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha Nathaniel likes his white, I like mines dark as cola It's the first thing on my mind in the morn when I roll over All men young and old in the end its what we're after Even my grandpappy's happy. He got prescribed Viagra. (Granddaddy, granddaddy, what's up? what's up? It's me. Hey, let me get about three of them blue diamonds. I promise I gotcha back tomorrow) Hook Killer Mike When I drill I don't spill even if she's on the pill Keep my weapon covered concealed and in a shield Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S. A 'D' and a 'A' missing out my A.D.I.D.A.S. (plus) We don't need no DNA mixing between us We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush, hush On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv! From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room We can jump each other's bones but there's no jumping brooms! Big Boi Buffoon you are to consumed in the womb It is too early for you to jump the broom (boom!) Hook 'Monster' Verse One I'm an ungodly figure When in the company of hard liquor Texas niggaz turned me on to water I smoked the river Apocalyptic creature, stay lacing reefer Stay serving geekers, stay holding heaters Murder fanatic, killer fantastic Swerving semi-conscious with a half a blunt and an automatic Bought it to snort it, just in case I meet with static What I deliver to your address is dead tragic Your mother scream in that limousine Followed by some slow traffic Here's the reason for my murder tactics I'm Killer Kill I ain't a fuckin rapper! I'm a crack sacker! I'm a strong-armed robbery and kidnapper! I'm a carjacker! I'm a if you owe dough then yo' ho snatcher! I'm a Slumlord for life not a fuckin actor! I'm the fear that haunts you! I'm the tool that's used to haunt you! Hook I'm the monster! I'm your sick and twisted monster! (Repeat) Verse Two I'm the hate in the dark heart of heartless men! Deprived of love, feed crack, nurtured in sin! I'm unwanted children doped up on Ritalin by age ten At sixteen a fiend! Nurturing a weed habit and a bottle of gin I'm the soul of women that's been betrayed by men That trifling nigga looking to deceive her again Earn her trust again, then I lust again When she turn her back, I'm diggin in her friend again! I motivate your hate and embody your sin I spit it for Bloods, Crips and Mexicans I spit for Disciples and El Rukns This sick soundtrack to robbing and looting Neighbor shootings, murder and boosting Its fear engaged, with a fury and rage For my lost generation in these last days The fear that haunts you! It's the tool that's used to hunt you!


JAY-Z "The Blueprint"
[Jay-Z] R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit The takeover, the break's over nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage() Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 'Watch out!! We run New York' -> [KRS-One] I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped 'Shook Ones,' switch your demeanor Well - we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Nobody could read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one - I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov' Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo! R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 'Watch out!! We run New York' -> [KRS-One] I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME! But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME! Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all to your bodyguard's 'Oochie Wally' verse better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten I've been in it five - smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga I could divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due One was - NAHHH, the other was 'Illmatic' That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge (Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 'Watch out!! We run New York' -> [KRS-One] A wise man told me don't argue with fools Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's, not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin be finished You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els Twinkletoes you breakin my heart You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz

Catch Your Cut

[B.G.] Uh-come on Juvie Are you ready [Juvenile] Uh-huh [B.G.] These hoes.. know.. I act.. bad They say.. gone.. with your dog.. ass I slang.. dick.. I lay.. pipe All fuckin'.. day.. goin' through tha.. night I fuck.. cousins.. I fuck.. friends Juvie drive.. Jag.. Geezy ride.. Benz I'll put that dick on tha ho, look, I'll bust four nuts Then I open ta see if she can back.. that ass up Bitch, my dick.. wanna.. feel your.. lips Don't do it.. right.. go get some.. tips Come back.. later.. try once.. more Fuck up a-.. -gain.. bitch, ya gotta.. go I'm.. gonna.. keep.. doin' my thang Hot.. Boy B.G. don't play games Either.. way.. ho, I'll get mine I'll jack off lookin' you dead in your eyes So, [Chorus2x [B.G. + Juvenile]] Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [Juvenile] Spread your.. legs.. touch your.. toes Soon as.. I.. come out these.. 'Bauds I'm J-U-.. -V.. a H-O-.. -T B-O-.. -Y.. from that.. three Bitch, I'm.. hot.. sweaty, gettin'.. moist Tha girl want me.. ta show her my.. choice Ya know what I.. mean.. I wanna.. push Dick in your.. ass like it's a.. dousch Ya gotta be.. clean.. wash it.. good Before I.. come.. and lay this.. wood Eat this.. meat.. please, no.. teeth Every.. day.. and all through tha.. week I know whatcha.. need.. liquor and.. weed A hour and a.. half.. I'll plant this.. seed You do it for that.. I'll do it for.. game Both of us.. straight.. ya can't com-.. -plain [Chorus2x] [Juvenile] Look at that.. there.. she big.. find She could be.. yours.. or she could be.. mine [B.G.] It ain't no.. thang.. bring her on a.. trip Get her in tha.. room.. and she'll get it.. flipped [Juvenile] She'll do what she.. do.. and do it.. well And me and.. you.. could make it.. swell [B.G.] I'm your.. nigga.. you my.. dog We fuck.. cuts.. and there's no.. walls [Juvenile] It ain't no.. beef.. you could go.. first Or both of us.. could go.. and hit that.. skirt [B.G.] Once it's.. over.. still don't.. stop Find us a-.. -nother, and open up shop, nigga [Juvenile] I'm with.. that.. man, let's.. go Out right.. now.. to smash some.. hoes [B.G.] We play.. that.. just like.. g's Nigga, I'm.. straight.. 'cause I done bust three So, [chorus 2x] Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut B. At-.. -rice.. done caught his.. nut Bitch, go, 'head.. catch your.. cut Sugar.. Slim.. done bust his.. nut Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Mannie.. Fresh.. done bust his.. nut Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cu

They Want Me Back In

ICE-T "VI - Return Of The Real"
(feat. Big Rich) [Ice-T] Yeah, Shit is going down again! This motherfuckers want me back in! Fuck! [Method Man: Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] [4x] Get out the H-K! Fuck! Niggaz talking crazy cause they say That I kill one-a-day motherfucker Sucker ass busters, did he, did not, I got more drama with the niggaz from the other side Call my nigga Rich and he's right! [Big Rich] Fuck them niggaz I got a truck full of 38, some bullet shields Ice, we can send this niggaz all to Hell I never like them niggaz from the gat Go use to braken my craps and fuck all the motherfuckin hoes! [Ice-T] Made another car-hit 30 Killers on the hip, ready to rock, packin, eggin and Glocks Man connections who trips the question Niggaz on the way to play in a laser rain. [Big Rich] Nigga you got two strikes and I got two strikes we can feudally no fuckin witness tonight But if this is what they want is like Christmas to me It's been a long time since the Big Rich caught a body [Ice-T] Fuck it, I Like the way you think my man I pack 20 motherfuckers in a van We bash abd creeo about 12:30, dirty Nigga be ready to roll, I know you heard me! [Big Rich] Nigga it's on, so don't trip I'm down I got to saw and I'm ready to claw Bless the nigga in the Face kill his fuckin hoe, Ice, you don't did this kind of shit with me before! [Method Man: Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] [8x] They want me back in! niggaz want me back in! They want me back in! Damn! [Ice-T] niggaz wanne ill, but my nigga get iller, streets full of hardcore stone-face Killers, one Love my nigga Big Rich puff I don't get high, I wanne see some niggaz die! [Big Rich] Yo, some niggaz hit the corner with the lights of Ice, that shit don't look nuthin nice, but if this niggaz wanne rollin my Hood, Yo then fuck it, brake out the whole World, boys fuckin buck it. [Ice-T] Niggaz pulled out my crew is ready Me turn the fire rock the punks steady when they shoot and stop car look like confetti Went my ass home jump back in the bed G [Big Rich] Fuck why they wanna fuck with us When they know my posse is crazy and they down to bust Big Rich take no shit from these busta ass tricks Check your punk ass nigga like check a bitch [Ice-T] I got no love for no nigga flippin, trippin on my fam Got damn, I make L.A. hot as Vietnam but ill niggaz should be left alone, please excuse me, while I rest my dome! [Method Man: Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] [8x] They want me back in niggaz want me back in They want me back in Why......niggaz want me back in

My Kinda Nigga Part Ii

M.O.P. "First Family For Life"
[Heather B] Holler the fuck out. Henny up. Yo, Fox, you know how it goes, with hydro. Uh, uh, uh... Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the fuck? I pray for their day, no luck They cobras, and they die, Fame, no what? To many bitch niggas in the game, hold up I layed low and I heard things, and I, watched how niggas changed Niggas, actin like they feelin my pain, Bitches! really And lookin at me strange, what the deally? All or nothin, why I'm in this But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business! Fuck the fake friendships and the second chances I got love for true soldiers, the Bill Danze's Jokers, talk slick, but I ain't really hearin em Niggas, fake shit, but I'm, well aware My kind, no doubt, ya know I'ma take care of em And I ain't hard to find, holler out, I'm right here for em Chorus: Billy Danze: So where we at? (IN YOUR BUSINESS) Where? (IN YOUR BUSINESS) Yeah (LET THEM NIGGAS KNOW WHAT THIS IS) Lil' Fame: I send my goons at to get ya Hit ya, and take them new jacks down with ya M.O.P.: My kinda nigga! *repeat* [Lil' Fame] There's no way nigga's love rap, everybody loves Slap Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap? Nothin smooth about these motherfuckin rough rats With potholes in em, fuck around and lose a hubcap I represent broke niggas pushin Bamma's Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers (My Kinda Nigga Part Two) Ain't nobody seein em M.O.P. and em, Heather B and em Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in the street with niggas I'm still a corner store hero eatin nigga These Brooklyn cats will whack your ass And them New Jersey cats will carjack your ass My niggas! Fly niggas! Live! Don't try! Do or die niggas! With iron we keep em expirin with the Firing Squad Still firing hard (My kinda nigga) Chorus [Billy Danze] Let's put this motherfucking shit in order everybody face me, this won't take long I'm callin y'all, to see if you're ready to rock I'm warning y'all, I'm Billy, I'm ready to pop (Stop) Before they lay your body on ice I'll a make an ugly and this motherfucker soldier be nice I been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mine Top of the line ?growls? poppin rounds for mine (Watch em work) That's right, notice what I'm workin with The Hell-raising, gun-blazin Berkuance Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels (Dominated) by true school rules Faggot, do you have it? look I'm ?fakin? escape Before I go, I need to know if my niggas is straight (Hold me down) Who that? (First Fam) Where you at? (In the back) Ready to attack, that's my kinda nigga! Chorus Ha-ha-ha. Firing Squad, nigga. To the life!

Was it funny? Share it with friends!