, you know I might do ya See a black clock and my buckshots run right thru ya I never knew ya Cause I'm not a trick You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm
'bout feedin' the family, not freakin' in the Benz Instead of rentin', pay for that roof on your head And stop pimpin' in your mind knowin' you a trick
I'm bout bigger and fucking better If you really want me then bring the cheddar And I promise you that you'll never need another fellow Treat ya like daddy
her heels fall off 'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off I'm all seasons rain, sleet or even snow I'm cold daddy about mine quick
pickney daddy Gal jump around inna di air mek mi see Nah fi a guess if a me or Beenie Nah fi a guess if a General Degree Two nigga cyan bring Coolie pickney Holla bout
out the were Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin' You be like goddamn or were you ridin' Down the street side to side 'cause this hoe bout to wreck I'm bout
a while But meanwhile we just tryin' to shine Tryin' to get mine, try to get a grip for my mom [Vinnie Paz] I see you lookin' at me sideways daddy, that
know nann hoe [Trick Daddy] Hold up baby hold up What you said you'll do bitch [Trina] Nigga you heard what I motherfucking said [Trick Daddy] Well
? Baby we'll dismantle this And we blows you out like a candle trick Ha ha ha ha ha haa And we blows you out like a candle trick Man, get your money,
runnin yeah, bout a hundred yeah Girl, you looks good, when you back that ass up You'se a fine mothafucka, when you back that ass up Call me Big Daddy
it all on the line you get yorus and imma get mine you Next, Adina sup 1- You cant handle what im bout to give you a next experience (ah go head daddy
the line You get yours and I'mma get mine Yo Next, Adina, sup? You can't handle what I'm 'bout to give you a next experience (Ah, go 'head daddy) (I
Shout out to Haitian P, he's so straight robbin Shout out to Scarface - Shout out to Bun B I met Escobar, my ring one key Shout out to Trick Daddy, I
check out how I roll mine Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the cars The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout Mars I ride
grown It's the thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cuz you can feel it in your throat, say it I'm 'bout
's the thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you can feel it in your throat Say it I'm 'bout
sellin' blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot I ain't fuckin' wit this double dist, the whole world lovin' this Bow down and suck this dick, you are the rap's fuckin' trick
, uhh Snoop hit it, then I hit it too Aww yeah, little bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you Now all ya ever do is sit around and boo hoo Talkin' 'bout Hi-C, I
