Lyrics:
feat. Young Buck)
[Trick Daddy:]
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come
All our G's would've been gone
raised by the streets
Don't sit and blame the mama grab the mirror and blame me
Bad shit happen so people start changing
The daddy looked at mama like I'm
Toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came
Destroyed the game, before you came, enjoy your stay
Before it's gone away, but the more you claim
That
Ain't gone never be shit"
So it's quit's two videos later
She's on your dick (Bitch)
When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry
Be Happy" bragging to her
the flow and die
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy
Ayo man, there's just one left
(I'll make a deal with ya)
What? (Ah, ya got one of those
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
to get to your heart
So I told her like this
Check it out baby
If you wanna get to my heart
Then start with the head
It's on, I'm more of a lover than Ed
can hang with the lames over there
You have them to yourself
I don't wanna be your choice
I don't need no heads games
I will be fine by my self
never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me
hard
Down with no head on him now
And I felt so bad
'Cause I didn't know how to feel bad enough
To make him proud
By the time you read this
I
do you do when
The old man's gone -- do you want to be him? and
Your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up
Don't wind up like your old dad
Still searching for them glory days he never had
So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
know you've been traumatized
Mommy and Daddy just couldn't work it out
Don't think that we don't care
Cause without a doubt
We will be there by your side
while
And lay up on the couch with me
When it?s getting close to game time
My stoner lady?s bad as fuck
And yes she likes to fuck
Like simon loves it when
the grass so Ima cut this shit)
All my niggas
Stay on go
One thing about the Grind
Is you gone be by ya self
Along the ride
They switchin up
So I focus
know I be throwed
Selling on your corner
Dimes, nickels they swole!
Put my bid in
Yep, I relax
Crack my trunk back
Watch me act bad, ratchet
Give it
the bad amunitions
What don't kill you gon' build you
Just buy the pistol, I feel you
Them perverts testing your patience
If you had options you'd quit
goodbye.
Furthermore, you never know,
if I will ever see you again
from the front to the end.
Daddy, I'm coming home.
Mommy, I know your love is Miss Jones.
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo baby.
[Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker]]
See I met this bad ass trick,
I mean this bad ass bitch.
Tellin' her friends
to have yo baby.
Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker]
See I met this bad ass trick,
I mean this bad ass bitch.
Tellin' her friends about month go
kind of vibe
I ain't got a 9-5 but I'm working for The Boss
Can't be distracted by the meat cause nowadays he could be a trick or be a treat
I'd rather
Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn window
With that
by the hour and looking back at our pics
Drunk as a bitch
Blacking out with a fucking bottle of whisk
Questioning how in the fuck did this get as bad
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