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[Trick]
I tellin ya boy I got them boys
Dog I be tryin to tell em

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe]

You can’t catch me boy
Don’t upset me boy
Touch me my dog a wet ‘cha boy
Never disrespect me boy
Dog you better check ya’ boy
Cause I’ll never thirty-eight ‘cha I’ll tech ya boy
Pray to God protect ya boy
Cause when it’s on it’s like Electra boy
I know you wanna go home but we ain’t gone let ‘cha boy
And if my money ain’t right you better stretch it boy
Cause when it’s bout that bread I’m sweat ‘cha boy
You see I’m riding round in a lexus boy
Cause we rob a lot like a Texas boy
And if ya aint Slip-N-Slide I’ll wreck ya boy
Give me fifty feet stay out my section boy
Disrespecting hoes like we sexist boy
You know a nigga keep a Smith and Wesson boy
I don’t mean no harm just protection boy
We can shoot it out like a Western boy

[Chorus: repeat 2x]

I suggest you don’t be (fucking with me)
And if you don’t wanna die (don’t be fucking with me)
Don’t wanna lose ya’ life (don’t be fucking with me)
And if you ain’t slip-n-slide (don’t be fucking with me)

[Verse 2: (Trick Daddy)]

I went ahead and bought that Benzo boy
That bitch with 20-inch Lorenzo’s boy
And the big crib is hittin boy
Bought me rollie with them bulletproof windows boy
Cause them jack boys you know that got the energy boy
Fuck if I offend ya boy
Got a place I’ll send ya’ boy
And a clip I’ll lend ya’ boy
Tell the morgue that a real nigga send ya’ boy
Cause I bend ya’ boy
And I want every dime that ya’ got boy
I need some D’s on my drop boy
And two ki’s in the spot boy
See the real niggaz just want stop boy
Huh, we on top boy

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3: The Lost Tribe]

You can’t fuck with the south boy
Watch’cha mouth boy
Fucking with the tribe in this game a take ya’ out boy
In 95 south find another route boy
It ain’t hard for us to show you what we ‘bout boy
Leave ya’ dead with out a trace boy
I’m at ‘cha funeral and I can’t see ya’ face boy
Ya brain is a terrible thing to waste boy
And ain’t ‘cha way to fast for ya’ pace boy
It aint no thang for me to catch another case boy
Stay in ya place boy
Cause I’ll have ya’ ass erased boy

[Verse 4: The Lost Tribe]

When this shit hit the fat you gone feel it boy
You wanna fuck around with Faith I’ma seal it boy
I put a hole in ya’ can’t nobody heal it boy
We got this shit locked can’t nobody steal it boy
I’m tryin’ to stash somethin’ close to a million boy
Is ya’ with me lost tribe (yeah I feel ya boy)
This shit serious boy
I know ya curious boy
You wanna know why we livin luxurious boy
You hearin righteous funk boogie on this track here boy
You better straighten up and learn how to act here boy
Ain’t no smack here boy
You get jack here boy
And when we finish you’ll never come back here boy

[Chorus:]

So I suggest you don’t be (fucking with me)
And if you don’t wanna die (don’t be fucking with me)
Don’t wanna lose ya’ life (don’t be fucking with me)
And if you ain’t slip-n-slide (don’t be fucking with me)

[Verse 5: JV & The Lost Tribe]

Niggaz’ like us we off glass hope ya heard me boy
My dogs deal dirty early in the morning boy
Ain’t no yawning boy
I gotta keep a eye on what we earning boy
Keep them things turning boy
Who you referring boy
I’ll burn ya’ boy
Mind ya’ business cause this here don’t concern ya’ boy
I’m trying to warn ya’ boy
I’ll toy turn ya’ boy
Ya betta move the way Slip-N-Slide tell ya boy
Ya betta have me fo I Big Worm ya boy
I’ll put some fire to that ass that’ll learn ya boy

So I suggest you don’t let me get ‘cha boy
Guarantee a right cross gone split ‘cha boy
Is this ya’ boy
Then ya better come and get ‘cha boy
Go to the morgue and enlist ya’ boy
And if ya’ violate my turf I’m gone get with ‘cha boy
Man, ain’t nobody gone miss ya boy
Last thing you wanna do is go and piss me boy
Get the picture boy
Fuck ho’s get richer boy
Keep one eye open for the snitcher’s boy
That bullet proof vest want protect ya’ boy
I got a chopper in the trunk that a wet ‘cha boy
You better pray and hope God don’t forget ‘cha boy
[..]
Fucking with me [until fade]
Trick Daddy comes in after 4th fucking with me to say:

Don’t fuck around and let ‘em get ‘cha boy
Cause if you do I’m going all out with ‘cha boy [until fade]

Boy (Letra)

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Love you boy, till i fall
The child in me again, he plays the fool
Cry for joy, amen
For after all, it’s only life
And the way you stir your coffee, like an angel in the morning

Still you dare to change your mind
You’ll be sorry when it’s over
When you’ve had your taste of freedom
Don’t come crying on my shoulder

Save your tears, don’t mean much
Is the guilty party me? i don’t think so

And it, it’s no bed of roses lying here
Tossing and turning

Still you dare to change your mind
You’ll be sorry when it’s over
When you’ve had your taste of freedom
Don’t come crying on my shoulder

And these, these years of love and giving surely
Must be something to you

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Trick Daddy

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(ian hunter/mick ronson)

Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme
After all you’re still quite small you don’t know where you’ve been
You was only swearing yesterday
Oh you want to win the world away
But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay

Boy you’re getting out of hand
You’ve got to make a stand
So put the coke away
Boy you got the do the show
Got to let the people know
You got the strength to stay

I can see you run
I can see you hide
Oh your heart is aching
Lost in a dream of what might have been
You’re the guide
You’re the number one
And your knees are shaking
Stand and deliver in an endless dream

Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so
Only yes-men
Have a guess man
Watch the spirit go
Batman zips the monster as he bleeds
And gets up on the buzz he needs
And a kid on the street just reads
And reads and reads and reads
And reads and reads and reads

Boy its them hard case city blues
Cagney is the news
Does the giant ring a bell
Boy its the hudson east river cruise
Its the empire state buffoons
Oh you know the story well

Do you have to run
Do you have to hide
There’s a new tomorrow
Yes you’re a mess
But you’re more than less
When this battles won
You can look inside
Oh you did not borrow
Yes you’re the best
But you still can’t rest
You know you know
The carnival is closed
Your street’s alive with ghosts
But a friend says don’t look back
Don’t look back don’t look round
Your vision is your fate
Through long electric nights
When a woman helps you write
Na na na
Na na na
Na
Na na na
Na na na

Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past
See you did not have to fast
Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts
And lasts and lasts and lasts
And lasts and lasts
Boy if you’ve got an axe to grind
Be thankful for this time
For it gives you what you need
Boy you’ve got an eighty-eight to play
It’ll tell you what to say
It’ll tell you when to breathe
Boy take a turnpike heading west
Turn the people on to beau geste
Cause that’s what you did the best
Boy play the pipes till they’re old and worn
Sing the words till they fall forlorn
Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet
Boy don’t let the earth get in your face
Its a middle-aged displace
Its the middle ages snide
Boy we’re a million miles away
And to think its so insane
Take a chance on a one way ride
Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind
Oh these people ain’t your kind
No they ain’t your kind at all
Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain
No these people ain’t the same
You can hear another call
Boy the [other book?] starts with [no?]
They don’t show us how to grow
They only show us how to win
Boy the secret’s in the bicycle shed
Ain’t no answers now they’re dead
To seek is a mortal sin
Hey you know boy let your madness be the clue

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[trick]
I tellin ya boy i got them boys
Dog i be tryin to tell em

Verse 1: trick daddy, the lost tribe

You can’t catch me boy
Don’t upset me boy
Touch me my dog a wet ‘cha boy
Never disrespect me boy
Dog you better check ya’ boy
Cause i’ll never thirty-eight ‘cha i’ll tech ya boy
Pray to god protect ya boy
Cause when it’s on it’s like electra boy
I know you wanna go home but we ain’t gone let ‘cha boy
And if my money ain’t right you better stretch it boy
Cause when it’s bout that bread i’m sweat ‘cha boy
You see i’m riding round in a lexus boy
Cause we rob a lot like a texas boy
And if ya aint slip-n-slide i’ll wreck ya boy
Give me fifty feet stay out my section boy
Disrespecting hoes like we sexist boy
You know a nigga keep a smith and wesson boy
I don’t mean no harm just protection boy
We can shoot it out like a western boy

Chorus: repeat 2x

Verse 2: (trick daddy)

I went ahead and bought that benzo boy
That bitch with 20-inch lorenzo’s boy
And the big crib is hittin boy
Bought me rollie with them bulletproof windows boy
Cause them jack boys you know that got the energy boy
Fuck if i offend ya boy
Got a place i’ll send ya’ boy
And a clip i’ll lend ya’ boy
Tell the morgue that a real nigga send ya’ boy
Cause i bend ya’ boy
And i want every dime that ya’ got boy
I need some d’s on my drop boy
And two ki’s in the spot boy
See the real niggaz just want stop boy
Huh, we on top boy

Chorus:

Verse 3: the lost tribe

You can’t fuck with the south boy
Watch’cha mouth boy
Fucking with the tribe in this game a take ya’ out boy
In 95 south find another route boy
It ain’t hard for us to show you what we ‘bout boy
Leave ya’ dead with out a trace boy
I’m at ‘cha funeral and i can’t see ya’ face boy
Ya brain is a terrible thing to waste boy
And ain’t ‘cha way to fast for ya’ pace boy
It aint no thang for me to catch another case boy
Stay in ya place boy
Cause i’ll have ya’ ass erased boy

Verse 4: the lost tribe

When this shit hit the fat you gone feel it boy
You wanna fuck around with faith i’ma seal it boy
I put a hole in ya’ can’t nobody heal it boy
We got this shit locked can’t nobody steal it boy
I’m tryin’ to stash somethin’ close to a million boy
Is ya’ with me lost tribe (yeah i feel ya boy)
This shit serious boy
I know ya curious boy
You wanna know why we livin luxurious boy
You hearin righteous funk boogie on this track here boy
You better straighten up and learn how to act here boy
Ain’t no smack here boy
You get jack here boy
And when we finish you’ll never come back here boy

Chorus:

So i suggest you don’t be (fucking with me)
And if you don’t wanna die (don’t be fucking with me)
Don’t wanna lose ya’ life (don’t be fucking with me)
And if you ain’t slip-n-slide (don’t be fucking with me)

Verse 5: jv & the lost tribe

Niggaz’ like us we off glass hope ya heard me boy
My dogs deal dirty early in the morning boy
Ain’t no yawning boy
I gotta keep a eye on what we earning boy
Keep them things turning boy
Who you referring boy
I’ll burn ya’ boy
Mind ya’ business cause this here don’t concern ya’ boy
I’m trying to warn ya’ boy
I’ll toy turn ya’ boy
Ya betta move the way slip-n-slide tell ya boy
Ya betta have me fo i big worm ya boy
I’ll put some fire to that ass that’ll learn ya boy

So i suggest you don’t let me get ‘cha boy
Guarantee a right cross gone split ‘cha boy
Is this ya’ boy
Then ya better come and get ‘cha boy
Go to the morgue and enlist ya’ boy
And if ya’ violate my turf i’m gone get with ‘cha boy
Man, ain’t nobody gone miss ya boy
Last thing you wanna do is go and piss me boy
Get the picture boy
Fuck ho’s get richer boy
Keep one eye open for the snitcher’s boy
That bullet proof vest want protect ya’ boy
I got a chopper in the trunk that a wet ‘cha boy
You better pray and hope god don’t forget ‘cha boy
[..]
Fucking with me {until fade}
– trick daddy comes in after 4th fucking with me to say:

Don’t fuck around and let ‘em get ‘cha boy
Cause if you do i’m going all out with ‘cha boy {until fade}

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