[Trick Daddy]
People gots to have....money
Haha (gangsta)
Just like that (Just like that)
Haha, my recipe for murda (murda)
Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown)
Couple DT's (Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas....
[Infa Red]
See I was raised in the slums
But n***as tote guns distribute and run
Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
n***as talk about Miami but they scared to come
Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
n***a, we did what you done and what you talkin' about
Like droppin' d** up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out
That's how it is when you exposed in the south
See
[Hook x2]
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die b**hes that'll die for me
How many n***as down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
[Trick Daddy]
The reenactment of my first murda
With no remorse and no feelin's
Hell, cuz I ain't even know this n***a
The sh** was deep I couldn't just let it go
While I was shootin' bout my money
Fruitin' bout my dough, b**h
I bust his a** like the last muthaf**a
Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
You shoulda seen the muthaf**a jumpin' thumpin'
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You muthaf**as went in bad choppas
I still got em, that n***a begged for his life but I still shot him
I let him know b**h, this is how I feel bout ya
I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him
I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you know
n***a like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
Murph dropped the top on the bird, that n***a was hurtin' them
I take this sh** back to thirties and vogue
Let's see that's way before them Bama-a** hammers and loaves
That's in the days when the ave was jumpin'
Ev'ry n***a was gettin' money, every corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
Huh, but now we in the new era
A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new k**as
Money, money, money...
E'ery time, goddammit I'll say it e'ery time
Betta call us murderers
[Hook x2]
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die b**hes that'll die for me
How many n***as down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
[Trick Daddy]
The boy think he gettin' payed, jumpin' out
Squeezin' AK's, on the ground they lay
That's how we do this sh** in Dade
k**er bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' k**in' me
Them k**ed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten this sh**, got SK's with extra clips
Holla "k**er head", and make them b**hes flip the script
Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right
Them feel my eyes, these b**hes down to die tonight
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
Went "bang, bang" till their muh'f**in' brains hang
I live for this, so damn right I k** for this
And when I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss
[Hook x2]
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die b**hes that'll die for me
How many n***as down to ride with me (Hey, hey)