Terrance Howard - Whoop That Trick lyrics

[Chorus 16x] Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) I'ma make these s**as recognize, I aint playing ho If you violate, off the top, trick you gotta go I,ve done held in,a lot of sh**, And I'm bout 2 flip Now I think it's time 2 show you b**hes who you f**in with D-JAY, that's the name, And I came to bring the pain ana on my chest, got me busting at you lemon lames Ya aint know? You f**in with a street n***a From the gutta, pimp tight / (slash) drug dealer Born and raised in the M-Memphis, Tennessee Before it's said and done you b**hes gon' remember me This only the beginning, I got a lot to say It's been along time, and you got hell 2 pay Aint no love ho, just bring it 2 the door i borrow none, let my nuts hang 2 the floor So if you want some, this is yo d**h wish Betta come correct, because I came 2 break you off trick [Chorus 16x] Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) [Verse 2] You think I wont, beat that trick, whoop that trick, Got me acting buck and sh** Hoes telling me 2 calm down, but I'm like f** that sh** I'm all ready, on that Hypnotiq, and that gray goose couple shots of hen, that just gave me another boost I'm feelin electrified, you can see it in my eyes shirt soaking wet, looking like I just got baptized Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor sto' but crunk like some sanctified folks catching the Holy Ghost I don't think you understand This one here just might get banned Settin off a riot like we livin in Afghanistan But this the durty, durty, and that's the way it goes Security be the main ones actin like some hos But you done f**ed up, you betta call the law I'ma break this MOET bottle cross your f**in jaw And that's for anyone who's ever disrespecting me Watch your back boy, cause you bout 2 get your a** beat [Chorus 16x] Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) [Verse 3] I came 2 bust a n***a's head Leave him bloody red Fighting 4 his life as they rush him 2 the meds This is what happens when you get caught up in the mix All that jaw jackin got your a** in a buncha sh** This that Memphis drama boy, you know we came to get buck I thought you came deep, n***a where's you back up? Your clique, they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches That bottle across your head got you leaking, loosing focus See this is what we mean when we shut down the club n***az started gangsta walkin, so we tear the b**h up We some sh**tin hood n***az from the ghetto and the projects Left the police, cause we know we the suspects Make you wonder what's next b**h guard your grill If they play this in the club, you'll get your a** beat 4 real My advice would be 2 chill M-town n***as sick, get caught without a warning and get your a** whooped quick b**h [Chorus 16x] Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)