Trick Daddy

Book of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47

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[Trick Daddy]Let`s see, what to do today?Fuck that I`m goin to get my moneyThis one in a.. Thuggin memoryThat thug niggaHollywood niggaI did this one in that nigga nameHollywood nigga, yall remember that mutha fuckin nameThis bout that mutha fuckin moneyNIGGA!!!!!!To kill for cocaine and get a nigga killedAnd a banana peel will get his whole hide flippedHe`s bringin danger to the life of his home boy`sYou can see the moon, but don`t let him go alone boyBout my money, we goin to bump heads and it wont be longThat`s why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the homeGot extra grip for when they hold onNextel, instead of these dial tones and quarter game for these old tapped ass cell phonesAnd new back bone for my new dread homesYou aint been outta jail long, but nigga you dead wrongBout my money, nigga you shouldn`t a played wit itYou`re goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.Chorus:Bout my moneyThat shit there aint nothin funnyDon`t start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my moneyAnd sonny, don`t be stuntin and lookin funnyWhen I ask about my mutha fuckin moneyThat shit there aint nothin funnyDon`t start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my moneyAnd sonny, don`t be stuntin and lookin funnyHave my mutha fuckin money[Trick Daddy]I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47And it tells me all thugs niggas go to heavenBut between the lines of verses 48 and 9Is what ya thug nigga`s, drug dealin and doin timeBut verse 100, talks bout my moneySay`s its full of blood so all memphis is funnyBut nigga I don`t want to hold your goldI just want to free your soul And be found somewhere in public when all this shit unfoldsI done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back shitYou runnin around in your new bubble lights When verse sit lookin sickI aint here to hold ur sing, I just want my creamand you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling blingChorus[Trick Daddy]Now all this huffin and puffin aint goin to get you young fuck nigga`s nothinBut a shit bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothesOut of all the nigga`s you mutha fuckin knowI should have been the last nigga you want to muthafuckin knowI`ll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calicoNigga if u aint got my flow ur ass gotta goWe`ll get you mammy and all and layin em down on the front room floorBout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this shit unfoldenBout my money, I came at it, and your son ain`t have itNow this nigga I owe is goin to be the next nigga to goI only got 20 G`s, and I owe `em 84It ain`t my muthafuckin fault, I`m short bout 64This nigga aint goin to fuck me no more(Trick talking)Chorus

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