Trick Daddy - N Word (feat. Tre+6 & Duece Poppi) lyrics

(Chorus) I spit game wit the n word Brothers make slang for n word slang I slang cane and others thangs for n word slang And lease be the blame for n word n***a (Trick Daddy) You know me n***a I don't know you my n***a Here's what must go through my n***a Go get with ya crew my n***a Tell rush round here for I do y'all n***as Cause I'm straight chillin my n***a Ex-con ex-dope dealer my n***a I ain't trippin but I'm chillin my n***a And I ain't scared of none of y'all n***as I will count my flow right in front y'all n***as I will k** ever one of y'all n***as co*k my 45 and go to gunning y'all n***as I will ever one of y'all n***as n***a (Chorus) (Deuce Poppito) I am off da my n***a Smoking marijuana in the range my n***a Getting brains Real n***as do things my n***as We spittin flames with motherf**kin thangs n***a I will take it to ya whole squad my n***a Word to god my n***a I got ? but rather get hard my n***a ? at the neighborhood park my n***a What you say young n***a Slip n slide ain't got guns young n***a Got funds young n***a Dumb n***a Get ya for motherf**kin ones And turn you news into none n***a (chorus) (C.O.) Yo my n***a I'm c.o. n***a You better slow yo roll my n***a n***a And that's word to buddy roe my n***a So why should I give a f**k about a ho n***a I'm a go get ya n***a I can get the ? to da floor (let em know ny n***a) That's how it go my n***a I'm go lock it down from the door my n***a That's fo sho my n***a (Trick Daddy) And I got ya back my n***a Everywhere I go I be strap You bet my n***a And on top of that do be a ? Its all good you know I got stacks my n***a We rob banks my n***a And we are the only ones smoking stank my n***a We runnin through the b**hes that you can't my n***a F**kin round with us we will leave you stank my n***a n***a (chorus) - 2X (Deuce Poppito) Whats up my n***a I'm bout to nut my n***a Bout to but the gat to ya gut my n***a Whats up I'm bout splash me a n***a Bout mash me a trigga I'm bout to blast me a n***a You shouldn't have played with my co*k my n***a It smells like gun smoke my n***a You bout to bleed to ya d**h my n***a Take ya last breath my n***a What you think this my n***a I will slide in ya crib And put six in ya wig my n***a That's how we play my n***a With a a.k. hide in ya driveway my n***a You can run but you can't get away my n***a I'm go let the click spray my n***a From the shy to the m.i.a. my n***a Slip n slide n***as don't play my n***a (chorus)