(Trick Daddy)

Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night



(Hook x2)

I'm goin' all way out bout mine

Best in a biscuit shot bout mine

Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine

Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine



(Verse 1, Money Mark)

You fucks with T Double D then you fucks with we

Now you runnin' round duckin' me

Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee

I send them killers where ya mama be

I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay

Come through choppin' ya block I don't plizzay

Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way

Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey

Love dough and love to hate hoes

Love to pull nigga bout mine lil' nose

Nigga tryna hold me back, I'm throwin' 'bows

I'm a treal ass nigga, that's how shit goes



(Rick Ross)

You can never fuck with me, I'll just flow harder

CL 6 sittin' low on those (?)

I'm a Philly man, but I don't blow garbage

Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it

Ain't no love, you see how the Feds do us

Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas

Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas

Body on 'em so what, look up we had shooters

(?) Take all tinted route

Hand guns, razor blades comin' out of the mouth

Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper

It's more to mine rapper

Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat

Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back

Lay niggas down like this? No like 'dat

No whoever ran, make 'em come back like crack



(Duece Poppi)

You better worry bout you, don't worry bout me

I pop three, out the drop-e

I smoke brocoli, you know we got D

Duece Poppi and T Double D

We got them AK shells and they hot as hell

Crackin' back to the white meat like lobster tails

Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone

Tore his head off 'cause he had his vest on

12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters

Niggas curlin' up like activators

Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies

You ain't rapped like that when Tupac was alive



(Hook x2)



(Verse 2, Mystic)

I'm not gonna fuck with you nigga, 'cause I don't know you my nigga

So don't you fuck with me or my dogs

Nigga I'm for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine

I chill, smoke crip and send orders

Off all those po-po's and armed forces, fuck 'em

They don't wanna see me fly, I don't trust 'em

They probably wanna see me die, that why

Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye

For them haters and hoes, 'cause I don't play about mine

Goin' deep, pray about mine

Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine

Fuck that you've been warned too many times

How you feel bout yours, nigga I'm ten times worse

You gettin' revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed

So please don't fuck around with me

'Cause my dogs will bust around at he

Whoever obsessed, me boy, don't test me boy

Touch me, my dog'll wetcha boy



(Trick Daddy)

Most niggas get rich, get goats

I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks)

Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch

Throw it up 'fore I blow it up

You ain't know I was a G muthafucka

You don't really wanna see me muthafucka

I'm a thug nigga, fo' life

Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night

I'm goin' all way out bout mine

Best in a biscuit shot bout mine

Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine

Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine

Runnin' in your grandmami house bout mine

I ain't slippin', I got my nine

Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch 'cause you got kids

Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live

Thug life and you know how it is

Shit don't stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed)



(Hook x2)