Trick Daddy - f**in' Around (feat T.i., Young And Jeezy & Kase1 lyrics

[Chorus:] Yall n***as keep f**in around f**in' around, f** round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta see, yall n***as better stop f**in wit me [Young Jeezy] I hit the clown in the dirt Jump on the top wit a drop that n***a down in the dirt The first n***a quick to get it first Call the paramedics cuz the police be stealing from the herse I aim it at ya hat when I burst If I don't get a Grammy I'm headed at the rat n***as first And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb Slap that b**h on the third n***a done caught wit a slurr Cant see sh** but a blurr Crank up that Chevy let her purr We all from the curve b**h n***as runnin up nerve I aint gone let you die And I [?] Tag a man Said you runnin from the hood and I'm Pakistan b**h I'm a mutha f**in jacka man And understand when the mutha f**in crack is stayin [Trick Daddy] Yall mutha f**ers better run cuz we got bombs Plus we got guns that take off arms Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84 And like John Doe, hit ya city start k**ing every n***a who aint feelin' this rhyme And ain't feelin' this vibe To many n***as goose neckin my ride But okay my A.K fully Yall n***as watch how you step to me And yall young n***as back the f** up And don't make me act the f** up Cuz it al' be another war I'll k** every mutha f**er that yall know Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe Now I ain't claim to be a saint And no God damn serial k**er I just wanna know my n***a what made you disrespect a n***a What you thought I was a buster, s**er, a rapper, or actor n***a rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day f** n***a I'm gone catch ya [Chorus:] [2x] Yall n***as keep f**in around f**in' around, f** round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta see, yall n***as better stop f**in wit me [Kase 1] Been got my B's got my cheese f** n***a you dont play wit a G' co*k back aim and squeeze Now ya a** on the ground wit the trees My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch My Ol' girl didnt raise no b**h You outta line I'll k** you b**h Not put that sh** on my chick Man I pull bout 26 b**hes Gotta perk sh** 26 inches On the concrete n***a Gotta lace on the concrete n***a At least when I rap a lot Break down hoes in the trap a lot f** n***a I got crypt for days Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade 305 to the 404, G' sh** we'll take ya hoe Look dawg we'll take ya bricks Then u gone cop some candy sh** f** n***a I hope it's worth it Spray ya a** like a job from perkit Came here to s** a dick ATL Dade county and Trick [Chorus:] Yall n***as keep f**in around f**in' around, f** round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta see, yall n***as better stop f**in wit me [T.I.] Aye,aye yall s** a** n***as keep playin wit me f** around see me wit a A.K on the streets Start bussin makin mutha f**ers lay in the streets All cuz of what a n***a say on the beat Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key Instead of all that attention you were payin to me You should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin But I know most n***as aint built like that Just know old n***as get k**ed like that U dont wanna f** around wit Tip like that Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that n***as wanna talk sh** and co*k duce Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin So you can run high and tell lies if you want to But when I f** around and run up on you what you gone do [Chorus:] Yall n***as keep f**in around f**in' around, f** round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta see, yall n***as better stop f**in wit me