[Trick Daddy]
This one goin out to uhh, that ^!$$% Bub (the game done changed)
Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that ^!$$% Wayne Parker (ha ha)

You know, all the ^!$$%z I know that was told on
Yesterday's, killers, today's $#&@ ^!$$%z huh?


[Verse One]
My lifestyle's quite complicated
I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' ^!$$%, still mob affiliated

I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty
That's why $#&@ ^!$$%z and slap (*##$es never did like me
But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me

If I end up doin one of these ^!$$%z out to ruin me and kill me
But the devil leaves me only a few choices
I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all ^!$$%z don't hear me

See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these ^!$$%z
go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (!#@* !#$%Z LISTEN!!)
I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't $#&@in with a ^!$$%

So why they $#&@in with a ^!$$% huh?
I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line
get flipped out the lip, $#&@in 'round get killed

So let them ^!$$%z know I'll never forget 'em
Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo


[Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy]
You never know, you never know
You never know, you never never know

You never know, you never know that
know that.. (know that..)


[Verse Two]
And even though my, childhood was low budget, %#@!
Some of the %#@! I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have

if the ^!$$%z wouldn'ta took it
I wanted things my momma couldn't afford
And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty

it made me even want it more
But now the police got the spot hot
Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine

And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse
is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team
I heard how bad them boys really want me

But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey
After all, I done exposed a few of they rats
And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back

And all the %#@! that I can tell 'em, tell 'em
Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em
Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life

I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause

[Chorus]


[Verse Three]
(One murder comin right up)

Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars
And wearin wires around they collars
Yo, y'all $#&@ ^!$$%z I'll stop ya

And I declare war on any #~!!@ boy
And tell his momma his son a !@^%
Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for

See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan
And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man
I was just a law-abidin citizen

And I never been a %#@! started, but I been well known to finish it
See, and you can $#&@ around, and have a whole truck
of young stupid muh'$#&@ers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya

And all they need is a minute in the clear
Where all the witnesses in they $$# done be worth a whole life chance
So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em

The next (*##$ they catch, bet they $$# sendin matches
You never know, cause they never know, and they never will
Why? Cause real ^!$$%z never tell, c'mon


[Chorus]