[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,
, baldheaded plus buckwild They call me Trick Daddy Dollars A real woman scholar If a players what you want lil' momma holla Yeah, I'ma holla through, you looking good So Trick
verse 2: trick daddy] I had to dream about a dope fiend And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folkz about anything curious about
goin on [Trick Daddy] I'm representin fo the niggaz that'll get it Got it and go wit it, say they name but theres too damn many That wanna get on this thug
You gon save that? Na na na na naaaaaa Na na na na naaaaaa Yea Thug niggas don't live that long (Thug niggas don't live that long) Before they gone
your glocks up, you wanna stop us True hustler chart toppers, knock sparkers In truly indited or God got us I'm a dream big in the sit daddy with Trick daddy
Now it's two hundred hoes wanna shop with me Chorus: (magic, kane & abel) Look, I got a proposition every gimp needs a pimp If you about gimpin' then we about
and at 'em it's on, I was raised to be strong And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born I came up, out the gutter never changed my style Got for real about
[Queen Pen] Talkin about a life that you know you never lived You a studio gangsta phony artist shit Poppin twenty bottles but never leave bid That's that show off, big trick
P What audacity it's quite Ludacris actually To think you could trick your daddy God the Father sees everything naturally You can't fool Him I'm like woah Nelly He'll put bone thugs
my style as a juvenile Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile Bankin, I specialized in gankin whites, Mexicans, brothers and others Daily, it's all about
night Yo, don't trick when you don't have to You think you ballin'? You turn your back they laffin' at you You don't gotta keep repeatin' you a thug
and sheisters I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!! (Jedi Mind Tricks
the f**kin door down Cause Jedi Mind Tricks is goin for a renown now It's like the callin of a storm now But y'all know it's about the get ugly Dirty
after year switchin' daddy to daddy Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs Pushin
sayin'? The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris We talk about sex, money and drugs Ruled by power And y'all cats don't know What it's about (Love and
they be fuckin' fifty deep But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves You know who I'm talkin' about (You know who I'm talkin' about) That
[Trick Daddy:] We gon' let the band deal wit' this Ha ha, uh MIA Style, ha Old School Uh huh Okay, Shut Up [Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)] Ah ha, Okay What