Trick Daddy - Gotta Let You Have It lyrics

[buddy roe] Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [trick daddy] I just might have to toss this nine Across your mind Across that line I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine Puttin' this fire up in this old b**h mouth by mine And openin' fire And i ain't swearing no n***as Give the deed up until four n***as Ain't sympathizing with you hoe n***as I'm just realizing what this thug sh** for n***a You in the middle of a war n***a Now i gotta let you have it The whole clip f**ing up the whole trip Now you f**ing with the boogie man This sh** deeper than nino brown And i ain't see no clown n***a n***a n***a [buddy roe] Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [trick daddy] I got some n***as that'll bump with you Play with your kids and eat lunch with you Then f** around and k** your a** I close shop With 2 shots from a far away glock Then leave you dead to rot In a empty lot And this thug sh** simply not To be taken light Well y'all fake less i'm taken life Then i'm taking off To the old hood To check on a old girl To make sure it's still all good Then it's back to the streets To finish this beef Looking for them same n***as that's looking for me And about three blocks >from where they set up shop Sell weed and lay some rocks They got these old cops Working they're spots And young n***as on the roof with red dots When me and my clique scrap and we scared not [buddy roe] Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [buddy roe] I'm paranoid cause i'm hearing things Time served Only out a few months, a**ociated with birds They want to pop it, i got bad nerves Peep Mini-14 on the front seat You want to be there for your kids, n***a play with it His grams missing, who did it, i'ma deal with it So f** i care about the shorty Cause n***a you been known Skip town With my pound With my dudes 'round Now n***a how you playin', i done counted that You wanted work, all you had to do is f**ing ask My cuban friend Want his ends Instead of you flipping them divedends Making millions Popping then Silly rabbit You done started static Now i gotta let you have it Rapping fire from my automatic You left me stuck And so you outta luck Cause you done f**ed my credit up Ashes to ashes, dust to dust n***a what [buddy roe] Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now i gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic