Trick Daddy - Fkin' Around

Chorus
Yall keep fkin around
fkin' around, fk round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, yall better stop fkin wit me

Kase 1
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that nigg* down in the dirt
The first nigg* quick to get it first
Call the paramedics cuz the police be stealing from the herse
I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that b*tch on the third
nigg* done caught wit a slurr
Cant see s**t but a blurr
Crank up that Chevey let her purr
We all from the curve
b*tch runnin up nerve
I aint gone let u die
And I (?) Tag a man
Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan
b*tch I'm a muth* fkin jacka man
And Understand when the muth* fkin crack is stayin

Trick Daddy
Yall muth* fkers better run cuz we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigg* who aint feelin' this rhyme
And ain't feelin' this vibe
To many goose neckin my ride
But okay my A.K fully
Yall watch how u step to me
And yall young back the fk up
And don't make me act the fk up
Cuz it al' be another war
I'll kill every muth* fker that yall know
Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law
Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe
Now I ain't claim to be a saint
And no got d*mn serial killer
I just wanna know my nigg* what made u disrespect a nigg*
What u thought I was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor
nigg* rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fk nigg* I'm gone catch ya

Chorus 2x

Young Jezzy
Been got my B's got my cheese
fk nigg* u dont play wit the Jeezz
c*ck back aim and squeeze
Now ya as* on the ground wit the trees
My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch
My Ol' girl didnt raise no b*tch
U outta line I'll kill u b*tch
Now put that s**t on my chick
Man I pull bout 26 girls
Gotta perk s**t 26 inches
On the concrete nigg*
Gotta lace on the concrete nigg*
At least when I rap a lot
Break down hoes in the trap a lot
fk nigg* I got crypt for days
Slip n' Slide wit them boys from Dade
305 to the 404, G' s**t we'll take ya hoe
Look dawg we'll take ya bricks
Then u gone cop some candy s**t
fk nigg* I hope it's worth it
Spray ya as* like a job from Perfect
Gay suck a d*ck ATL Dade county and Trick

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T.I.
Aye,aye yall suck as* keep playin wit me
fk around see me wit a A.K on the streets
Start bussin makin muth* fkers lay in the streets
All cuz of what a nigg* say on the beat
Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least
From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key
Instead of all that attention u were payin to me
U should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin
But I know most aint built like that
Just know old get killed like that
U dont wanna fk around wit Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that
wanna talk s**t and c*ck duce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin
So u can run, hide, and tell lies if u want to
But when i fk around and run up on u what u gone do

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