Trick-trick - I Made It lyrics

//**NOTE: INCOMPLETE**// [Intro: Trick Trick] (This sh** ain't funny) Yeah, Ok! Y'all didn't know what it is, n***a? ... The game has officially changed That's right I don't know what you thought (?) Goon Sqwad, D12 McVay, crack they heads n***a! [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] This is the tales of the dark side I park right in front of your spot Put a hole in your car right I never been playing like they told That I lean over that pa**enger side It ain't rovin' while it's (?) I give you hoes a makeover Pole pose a sh** and his arms a break your both of them And I'm a dash faster than locomotive I can trespa**ing a ram shaking Murder your families and it ain't no closure I cast snatcher, I stop all type of transactions When I get back on the block these n******gs mashing I got the world in my palm and I'm a smash it Sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere I'm just an animal, pa** it enough to grab the back of your neck And stuff your face in a half of cake Force you to take a breath, I could care less about who you be Or what you do for the community We taking it over I'm on a shootin' spree [Hook] Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it Whenever I drop the line they faded Single top of the world I made it I made it, what? I made it, what? Taking over this b**h and Y'all Hate it [Verse 2: Trick Trick] It's the return of the aggravated a**ault-slash-robbery Possession with intent to deliver federal property Another a**ault with intent to great (?) And I ain't pleading guilty to sh**, and won't cope a plea 3 strikes in and motherf** the 4th Continue to take the 5th and I ain't going to court Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-sh** to do I ever get caught I'm a ... Just for me splittin' and everyday ... 74 stitches Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your a**, I'm a a show what Trick Trick'll do n***a you don't want it with me and I ain't sh**ting with you Up top d cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze Verses smell Proof, looking like black cheese I'm backing these rap n******gs up with a rap sheet [Verse 3: Bizarre] Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs (uhh..) Back at the lab, cookin' up sh** f** your yellow pages, you ain't looking up sh** Convict lunatic, no gang banger Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer (stop the fight!) s** everybody's dick you ain't got no choice I ain't T-Pain but I do something to your voice Ak47 I shoot up your crib, get your a** in the house like Michael Jackson's kid Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells 5 o'clock news catch the details And f** weed, n***a I'm on angel dust I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus (Get off the bus!) And god forbid if I ever get shot Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc Bizarre, b**h! [Hook] [Verse 4: Kuniva] It's best to shut your mouth up Bullets flying through your window Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up Gotta keep the hustle going, A Shady f**in' omen Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin' We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out I don't need cameras when I ... your mouth Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad D-12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up Do it for the gusto, what up doh You a b**h you n***a, you can take it how you want like a s*ut ho If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it Way worst than he is,.. about my ... To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting [Hook]