Trick Daddy - U already know lyrics

[Trick Daddy] Our father who art in heaven Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone (would've been done) If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man) [Verse 1: Trick] In this life I live, I done see n***as deal Seen n***as steal and done seen n***as k** And them same n***as there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so n***a easy on them pills I rather be the b**h that's squeezing than the n***a that's bleeding See I'mma drink my liquor and I'mma smoke my weed And I'mma stay far away from y'all buster motherf**ers Y'all s**er motherf**ers, man f** you motherf**ers I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' n***a My first words was curse words, sh** The first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by dope boys and robbers I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools I used to take my motherf**ing tool to school [Hook: Trick] See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right You ain't even got ask I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up) [Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on d**h row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs But I really will k** so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown a** man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you k**ed, family will die for twenty grand Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing I slip a another clip into my A.K Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae See the Chevy got a stash spot I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone So we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine [Hook] [Verse 3: Trick] My blood line is a level above the thug line And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic I power up off money like a motherf**ing bionic I travel through time with a military mind Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine And don't mad at the rappers they ain't the one trying to attack us It's slimy a** n***as and red neck a** crackers Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) Before my n***as get to steppin Cuz sh** can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban n***as and Haitians Rebellion on your a** For the sh** you did to us in the past See y'all ??? ????? and even arrested fiends It took you fifteen years to close the ave It's going to be twenty more before they close the ??????? Now where my motherf**ing twenty one soldiers at Now where my D Boy big gun toters at [Hook]