Trick Daddy - Gangsta

(feat. Baby, Scarface)

Trick Daddy
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigg* 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 motherfker
But it was like you, you a p*ssy nigg*
But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherfker

Trick Daddy
Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
s**t 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 f*g
Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ass
Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
We up with my haitian's 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 s**t hit the waters
s**t 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 as* gon' feel it

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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 nigg*
Mmmm Hmmmm fk you nigg*
We aint from 'round here dumpin' on
But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigg*
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki's in the muf*ler
Birdman daddy CMB motherfker

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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 motherfker cross you make sure he die
Make the next man know he got to think about the payback
This s**t go deeper than me rapping or me say that
Ask my nigg* Trick Daddy, ask my nigg* Baby
Been like that since the early 80's

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