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What's up man? |
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What's up kid, what's goin on? |
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What's the deal? |
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Been hearin a lot of shit about you lately, man. |
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Yeah, man, |
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I heard they said you whooped [Trick Daddy] and sayin that you broke your arm. |
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And mother****ers is sayin, uh, you still ****ing wit that work. |
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Seeing that my name happens to be the topic of discussion, |
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In everybody's conversation, all across the nation. |
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I'm gon' hit it, cause people gotta lie just to kick it. |
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It's a program plan so get wit it. |
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Now listen to me, |
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I started bangin' when |
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I turned thirteen. |
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Affiliation with felons had me linked to a team. |
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Seven Mile |
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BK rep the set. |
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Click, Boom, |
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GBK from east to west. |
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Back then we wasn't friends wit a na' 'notha crew. |
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Gang fights after school had me labeled as a fool. |
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Run yo shoes, run yo jewels. |
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Sheepskins, top tens. |
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Check 'em in. |
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Blocks and ink pens was the weapon, till |
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I got a three-fifty-seven, |
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When Dougie |
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Fresh had just dropped |
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All The Way to |
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Heaven. Tough chains, |
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I got from everybody else. |
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I present to you, |
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Myself. My name is |
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Trick-Trick. |
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I'm from the ghetto. |
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I ****'s wit |
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Hip Hop, R& |
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B, Not Heavy |
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Metal. I'm still a gangsta. |
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So please believe it. |
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I got that choppa'. |
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Bring the drama you will see it. (bi-atch!) |
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Wasn't no way to taim us, we love beef. |
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The OG's that trained us, they loved streets. |
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It's hard to lie for that. |
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If I believed it in my heart, it's hard to die for that. |
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If the homie get killed, it's hard to ride for that. (what?) |
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It's hard to ride for that. |
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Ride for that. |
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I'm on yo head niggas. |
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Still the fact of the matter remains, |
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I can't change. |
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I'm addicted to this game. |
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So when these fag-ass rap niggas split the track, |
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And can't do none of the shit that they spit on wax, |
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Bump into me, then mug like it's something to see. |
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Anybody can get they ass whooped ****in wit me. |
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So close your mouth and stop spreading the shit you heard. |
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I'm at the point where |
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I can clip a mother****a with words. |
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Move that work, top charts, and gang to fame. |
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Everybody in the streets know, that.. |
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My name is |
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Trick-Trick. |
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I'm from the ghetto. |
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I ****'s wit |
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Hip Hop, R& |
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B, Not Heavy |
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Metal. I'm still a gangsta. |
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So please believe it. |
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I got that choppa'. |
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Bring the drama you will see it. (Ohh shit, there he go again.) |
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I been in the pen, copped out, probated and did it again. |
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I paroled the homie own, |
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It's time to shine. |
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But kept getting arrested for violent crimes. |
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That's right. |
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Believe the witness, it's all my fault. |
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My guess is, beat the witness, till he can't talk. |
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I was taught, gone and do, what you gotta do, |
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To make sure they don't tell on you. |
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Oooh. But people still say what they heard anyway. |
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I get birds everyday, |
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I got indited back in |
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May. Trick |
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Daddy broke my arm? |
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Come on, you saw the tape, ain't no body breaking shit this way. |
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And further more, all these rap niggas that |
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I had to run in to, |
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Got they ass whooped cause they had it comin to 'em. |
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I don't whoop na' nigga for nothin. |
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You got stomped then you had to do something. |
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Bi-atch! My name is |
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Trick-Trick. |
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I'm from the ghetto. |
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I ****'s wit |
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Hip Hop, R& |
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B, Not Heavy |
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Metal. I'm still a gangsta. |
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So please believe it. |
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I got that choppa'. |
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Bring that drama you will see it. |
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My name is |
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Trick-Trick. |
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I'm from the ghetto. |
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I ****'s wit |
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Hip Hop, R& |
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B, Not Heavy |
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Metal. I'm still a gangsta. |
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So please believe it. |
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I got that choppa'. |
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Bring that drama you will see it. (Bi-atch) |
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Didn't I mother****in tell ya? |
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Didn't I mother****in tell ya? |
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I told you gotdamnit. |
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Shiit, gotdamn... [laughter] |
