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- TRICK DADDY - Gangsta Livin’ Lyrics
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- TRICK DADDY LYRICS
- "Gangsta Livin'"
- I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
- [Chorus: Trick Daddy]
- This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed
- It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes
- [Trick Daddy]
- This nigga needs no introductions
- I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to fuck wit
- See T-Double known for startin problems but
- K-cutter be the problem solver, if I
- sell you a book nigga stick it
- Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me Flipper
- I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh)
- But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver
- Had to tell him mind me a nigga
- I was like uh-huh, click click, c'mere, don't run nigga
- All I wanna know is
- Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is
- I heard papi got them freighters
- Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em
- The dope game's just too overrated
- And to tell y'all the truth a lot of y'all ain't gon' make it
- Done went from crack slingers to R&B singers
- Before the mic's on, you was already singin
- It's just a song was a big hit
- He named me and his bitch on the remix [sing]
- [Chorus - 2X]
- [Trick Daddy]
- And to hell with bein a man about it
- Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, fuck bein 21
- Somebody better tell 'em
- And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
- You see cause snitches get stitches
- And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin
- And I ain't gon' keep on talkin to you niggaz
- I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz
- And I ain't leavin no witnesses
- And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses
- See I know how to control my Hennessy
- I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans
- See cause poppa was a rolling stone
- He said, son get your gun, it's a war and it's on
- So y'all go on and bob your head to the song
- Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone
- [Chorus - 2X]
- [Trick Daddy]
- I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed
- Niggaz out there sellin backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds
- They whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke
- They makin it hard for them {?} to smoke
- I went to jail tryin to get high; nigga told me
- to go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out
- So our father, who art in heaven
- It must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggaz
- Nope - and crazy ain't the word
- They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird
- Fo' what, so you can smoke it up?
- Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come fuck you up?
- The game hard on a player
- You coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare
- With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself
- And the game don't even care!
- [Chorus - 2X]
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