Letras:
Trick Trick M 1

[Intro] [Trick Trick] This is some fucked up shit man. I'm fighting for my motherfucking life. I'm sittin' here all this time on some dumb shit? These

street, they call it murder (Fuck D-Block) Verse 1 Tony Yayo: Guns a place up Gimme dat pen and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out I?m in dat

Young kids get clapped in my hood That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood [Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm

Who Drop This Lamborghini If I?m In the feds To Times Feeling spelling my Nights Up In The Bed But I?m From Compton so When I?m Out Its Infrared Get

wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be questioned Have

dem only kill great man Babylon be still ah nuh underate man some a ball satan, an ah work fi Pope John Can't let them overcome [x2] [Verse 1: Jah cure

way I'm going to the o-old me Since I'm freed from deeds how I'm posed to be Man I'm staying close and praying that He m-molds me I'm running from my

for a dance; I don't need one I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one I'm freakin' on like the next man When you take this cash, I'm lookin' up yo' ass

up in it!" So we left the club for this night full of fun I'm out for a splak, 'cause I'm not the one For no bullshit or love-silly games Let's get butt