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TRICK DADDY Miscellaneous Gotta Let You Have It"(feat. Buddy Roe [Buddy Roe] Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [Trick Daddy] I just might have to toss this nine Across your mind Across that line I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine Puttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mine And openin' fire And I ain't swearing no niggas Give the deed up until four niggas Ain't sympathizing with you hoe niggas I'm just realizing what this thug shit for nigga You in the middle of a war nigga Now I gotta let you have it The whole clip Fucking up the whole trip Now you fucking with the boogie man This shit deeper than Nino Brown And I ain't see no clown Nigga nigga nigga [Buddy Roe] Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [Trick Daddy] I got some niggas that'll bump with you Play with your kids and eat lunch with you Then fuck around and kill your ass I close shop With 2 shots from a far away glock Then leave you dead to rot In a empty lot And this thug shit simply not To be taken light Well y'all fake less I'm taken life Then I'm taking off To the old hood To check on a old girl To make sure it's still all good Then it's back to the streets To finish this beef Looking for them same niggas that's looking for me And about three blocks From where they set up shop Sell weed and lay some rocks They got these old cops Working they're spots And young niggas on the roof with red dots When me and my clique scrap and we scared not [Buddy Roe] Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [Buddy Roe] I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things Time served Only out a few months, associated with birds They want to pop it, I got bad nerves Peep Mini-14 on the front seat You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it So fuck I care about the shorty Cause nigga you been known Skip town With my pound With my dudes 'round Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask My cuban friend Want his ends Instead of you flipping them divedends Making millions Popping then Silly rabbit You done started static Now I gotta let you have it Rapping fire from my automatic You left me stuck And so you outta luck Cause you done fucked my credit up ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST Nigga what [Buddy Roe] Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic |
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