(Trick Daddy Talking) Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying
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
People got to have money (Gangsta) Just like that (Just like that) My recipe for murda (Murda) Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown) Couple DT's (Couple
Another anthem for the thugs, Dade County's finest Look what God done gave me, look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to
I ain't really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky 'cause it ain't no thang yeah B ba da da da da I ain't really here
'Tis the season to be jolly Jolly, for what? Hell if I know I just don't get it, tell it like it is It's on, truth hurts, yo It's like the sun in the
?Hello? ?Girl what's wrong calm down? ?Tell me what's wrong, slow down, slow down, slow down, calm down? ?Slow down, slow down? ?Girl, he didn't call
(Door Cracks Open) Hey wut dat is? You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright baby Everything gone be gravy later, that's right Ah, this is the time when we take time to remember All
f/ Deuce Poppi, Tre+6 All aboard!!! We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride [Hook] S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We
Until the day a nigga D I E I'll be forever thuggin', baby Ever [Incomprehensible] these bitches love it, baby Still got the chron son, I used to be a
Give me a Chevy TRE Chevrolet, let me ride Half a pill, just a hit, it gets me high Duce TRE Esclade, watch my style T double d thuggin' and raw, ride
Say, hey! Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling
Wake up, the house is on fire And the cat's caught in the dryer Philosophy's a liar when Your home is your headstone Icon is the last chance for hope
I'm sorry I didn't have more to say Maybe I coulda changed your fate You were so misunderstood You coulda been anything you wanted to It's a sad vacation
Wake up, months have changed, have fucked me up I've got the breaks, I've got the breaks Your laughter takes me from disaster to tears All washed away