Trizz - Slippin' lyrics

[Produced By Dae One] [Verse 1 – Trizz] Trip up and get caught slipping k** him if he trip me, dispose him and start dipping I'm riding if you with it, it's nothing, I'm with the business Crowd my space if you inches and Imma make this n***a feel it Off top you can tell I'm Trizz [?] n***a I ain't kidding, I'm seriously a villain And that's the message n***a, I sign, lick it, and seal it I give the address to a fake n***a and then send it It's a rap, so I'm as real as it's getting The rest of you n***as be perpetrating for these b**hes I'm all about the Benjamins, f** how a b**h is living Unless she break me off some paper and let me hit it Cause I'm out to f**s to give up A lot of you n***as claiming to get it need to give up I make it, I get it, I'm k**ing these n***as With no hesitation to give it to n***as I'm plotting [?] get rid of you n***as Leaving no evidence what I did to you n***as [Hook – Trizz] If he get caught slipping k** him while he's chilling with his b**h and with his n***as These n***as think I'm playing but honestly I ain't kidding One of you n***as gon feel it with emphasis in a minute We gon slide on em, and then rob em Man if it's really necessary we pull a nine on em What's in his pockets, n***a only a five on him Left him bleeding in front of his homies till he died on em [Verse 2 – Trizz] I'm a f**ing soldier Tell em Trizz told ya Blowing on this Dozier, feel like I'm off the c**a At the Panda Rosa, layed up with Rosa This is how I live, another day in California Oh he mad at me? f** a n***a, so what? I'm about to blow up, I got a gig, show up Promoters better have my f**ing money when I show up I ain't doing sh** till that f**ing money show up Huh? Break bread or fake dead I'm on a n***a head if he don't come with them feds It's nothing to pay a n***a to fill him up with lead Here's a stack in all cash, go put a n***a to bed Yup, and don't forget what I said Show a n***a what I'm saying just for thinking I'm playing Get a n***a, k** a n***a, throw away the banger Feel no remorse cause my pa**ion is for danger [Hook][x2] [Verse 3 – Chuuwee] Catch him slipping on his lonesome Watch his whole dome split I don't need a chrome fifth I'm going toe to toe with him n***as on that ho sh**, front door open So we finna crash the party with some gas and explosives The blow is too corrosive Hang me from the cross like the son of Mary Joseph Believe me, went too strong As all day long put threats into songs As bait just to wanna see what n***a play along My n***a Trizz riding shotgun with the AR Play hard, you n***as come up shorter than K. Hart This sh** is not a game, and if it was, then we play hard Always in the kitchen making sure the knives stay sharp These n***as always talking until we walk up and spark em Regardless if you was kidding my n***as took it to heart We the hardest, with 40 calibers loaded up in your yard Precaution whenever you talk to us, you f**ing retard [Hook][x2]