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TRICK DADDY lyrics : "Gangsta"

(feat. Baby, Scarface)
[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel

Facemob
My ^!$$% Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta


[Chorus]
You know me, 'T' double, you know I'm a G

Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a mother$#&@er
But it was like you, you a #~!!@ ^!$$%

But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a mother$#&@er


[Trick Daddy]
Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks

%#@! lookin' good but I think slammin'
Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
Sellin' O's or betta clockin a !@$)

Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they $$#
Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations

Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money
Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies
Every ounce betta bounce back

And every brick that I break up
It all betta flake up
And when that %#@! hit the waters

%#@! go to ballin'
That dope all betta fall in
I bought !@%!e back on 84

Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo
And when I hit him I want to hurt him
And on cutlass I wanna hit it

They $$# gon' feel it

[Chorus]


[Baby]
Ay, ay, ay, ay

It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber

You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin'
Ay, ay roll a lil somethin'
Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin'

I got them thangs for a lil nothin'
If you got a lil money I'ma throw a lil somethin'
Bump this ^!$$%

Mmmm Hmmmm $#&@ you ^!$$%
We aint from 'round here dumpin' on ^!$$%s
But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this ^!$$%

Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki's in the muffler

Birdman daddy CMB mother$#&@er

[Chorus]


[Scarface]
Face mob, right back at ya

With O's like cookies I flip like spatulas
99.9 of the time I'm on the grind
Bricked up and breakin' em down

I got to admit the dope game gravy
3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
You learn to swell you might see double

Remember you can't sell bubble
So here it is fool
I play the game where its no rules

Givin' you lessons from the old school
You don't get high off your own supply
And when a mother$#&@er cross you make sure he die

Make the next man know he got to think about the payback
This %#@! go deeper than me rapping or me say that
Ask my ^!$$% Trick Daddy, ask my ^!$$% Baby
Been like that since the early 80's


[Chorus]

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