Melting Pot

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Trick Daddy

Maurice Young (born September 27, 1973), better known by his stage name Trick Daddy, is an American rapper and producer. more »

I'm not a thug
No, no, no, no
I'm not a gangsta 
But I won't hesitate 
To cock back, bust and point blank ya
Lord thank ya
I'm like that coke and weed
When it burn slow
 Motherfucker I'll stank ya
That's what I been
 Taught on these streets
Ain't a god damn thing 
That can't be bought on these streets
You want a life gone
That could be done
I'm like a nigga that did ten years 
I'm eager to come
In the game
And do more than entertain 
I'm loco in the brain 
I'm that man with the methods 
And I always bring the pain
They know me out here
All these bitches cocaine  Cause they blow me out here
I'm always out here
Y'all keep it real
But I keep it realer 
I'm a make my first mil off the deal
But I'm still gon be labeled 
A cuban dope dealer 
I'm just statin the facts  Motherfucker 

[Chorus x 2]
I hang with Puerto Ricans and
 Haitian killers and
 Cuban dope dealers 
And these here my niggaz 
I ride for 'em
And god dammit I'd die for 'em

I got that really foul
Kung flo flow
I'm tryna get that really foul
Kung do doe
But you don't know me homie 
So don't judge me
I rep the real Miami 
That's why the city loves me
The feds want to bug me
 Haters want to slug me
I thank God
 Cause he's the only thing that's above me
Y'all goin feel me till it hurts 
Like, losin your family over someone elses work
Or,losin your case cause your co-defendent chirped 
Or, losin your brain cause them thangs done burped 
It gets worse 
This is for those 
That'll never see the sun again 
That'll pick through shit
For a balloon just to get it in
This is what was fed to him
This is why the game let him in here
 Being me (me)
 Being Pit (Pit)
 Being It
 Pitbull and Trick (Trick)
Both from the down south  Bitch we from the bottom, shit


[Trick Daddy]
Lord your son got problems 
And I know that you know
 Cause you made this all possible 
I live a dangerous ass life you know
So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals  Thank God for the thugs too
He understand what these drugs do
He want to see us all pull through 
But only if niggaz in the hood knew
Hell, prayin ain't wrong 
But the sqeezin trigger
 Could you go kill a innocent man
 While these weak niggaz grillin his end
They tellin ya dawg
 Reducin they business 
If I wasn't doin this
Then I'd go do him in
 Cause if he was dead
He couldn't say he knew me then
For them niggaz who lie
When they pull me in
Its in the same older cell that they threw me in
And I just pray for 'em



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