[Trick Daddy]
This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed)
Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha)
You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on
Yesterday`s, killers, today`s fuck niggaz huh?
[Verse One]
My lifestyle`s quite complicated
I`m an ex-drug dealer, corner sto` nigga, still mob affiliated
I`m disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty
That`s why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like me
But Lord, if you`re listenin, please God forgive me
If I end up doin one of these niggaz 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 niggaz don`t hear me
See y`all got choppers that`s splittin when these niggaz
go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!)
I`m just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain`t fuckin with a nigga
So why they fuckin with a nigga huh?
I guess it`s part of the strip, where you step out of line
get flipped out the lip, fuckin `round get killed
So let them niggaz 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, shit
Some of the shit I couldn`t have, I wouldn`ta have
if the niggaz 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 shit 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 fuck niggaz I`ll stop ya
And I declare war on any pussy boy
And tell his momma his son a whore
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 shit started, but I been well known to finish it
See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck
of young stupid muh`fuckers, `cept that now they lookin for ya
And all they need is a minute in the clear
Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance
So y`all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at `em
The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches
You never know, cause they never know, and they never will
Why? Cause real niggaz never tell, c`mon
[Chorus]
