| Trick-Trick
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| The People Vs
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| My Name Is Trick Trick
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| What’s up man?
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| What’s up kid, what’s goin on?
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| What’s the deal? |
| Been hearin a lot of shit about you lately, man
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| Yeah, man, I heard they said you whooped and sayin that you broke your arm
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| And motherfuckers is sayin, uh, you still fucking wit that work
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| Seeing that my name happens to be the topic of discussion
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| In everybody’s conversation, all across the nation
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| I’m gon' hit it, cause people gotta lie just to kick it
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| It’s a program plan so get wit it
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| Now listen to me, I started bangin' when I turned thirteen
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| Affiliation with felons had me linked to a team
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| Seven Mile BK rep the set
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| Click, Boom, GBK from east to west
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| Back then we wasn’t friends wit a na' 'notha crew
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| Gang fights after school had me labeled as a fool
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| Run yo shoes, run yo jewels. |
| Sheepskins, top tens. |
| Check 'em in
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| Blocks and ink pens was the weapon, till I got a three-fifty-seven
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| When Dougie Fresh had just dropped All The Way to Heaven
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| Tough chains, I got from everybody else
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| I present to you, Myself
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| My name is Trick-Trick
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| I’m from the ghetto
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| I fuck’s wit Hip Hop, R&B
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| Not Heavy Metal
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| I’m still a gangsta
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| So please believe it
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| I got that choppa'
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| Bring the drama you will see it
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| (bi-atch!)
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| Wasn’t no way to taim us, we love beef
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| The OG’s that trained us, they loved streets
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| It’s hard to lie for that
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| If I believed it in my heart, it’s hard to die for that
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| If the homie get killed, it’s hard to ride for that. |
| (what?)
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| It’s hard to ride for that. |
| Ride for that
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| I’m on yo head niggas
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| Still the fact of the matter remains, I can’t change
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| I’m addicted to this game
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| So when these fag-ass rap niggas split the track
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| And can’t do none of the shit that they spit on wax
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| Bump into me, then mug like it’s something to see
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| Anybody can get they ass whooped fuckin wit me
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| So close your mouth and stop spreading the shit you heard
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| I’m at the point where I can clip a motherfucka with words
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| Move that work, top charts, and gang to fame
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| Everybody in the streets know, that.
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| My name is Trick-Trick
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| I’m from the ghetto
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| I fuck’s wit Hip Hop, R&B
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| Not Heavy Metal
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| I’m still a gangsta
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| So please believe it
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| I got that choppa'
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| Bring the drama you will see it
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| (Ohh shit, there he go again.)
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| I been in the pen, copped out, probated and did it again
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| I paroled the homie own, It’s time to shine
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| But kept getting arrested for violent crimes
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| That’s right. |
| Believe the witness, it’s all my fault
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| My guess is, beat the witness, till he can’t talk
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| I was taught, gone and do, what you gotta do
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| To make sure they don’t tell on you. |
| Oooh
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| But people still say what they heard anyway
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| I get birds everyday, I got indited back in May
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| Trick Daddy broke my arm?
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| Come on, you saw the tape, ain’t no body breaking shit this way
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| And further more, all these rap niggas that I had to run in to
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| Got they ass whooped cause they had it comin to 'em
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| I don’t whoop na' nigga for nothin
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| You got stomped then you had to do something. |
| Bi-atch!
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| My name is Trick-Trick
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| I’m from the ghetto
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| I fuck’s wit Hip Hop, R&B
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| Not Heavy Metal
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| I’m still a gangsta
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| So please believe it
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| I got that choppa'
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| Bring that drama you will see it
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| My name is Trick-Trick
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| I’m from the ghetto
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| I fuck’s wit Hip Hop, R&B
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| Not Heavy Metal
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| I’m still a gangsta
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| So please believe it
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| I got that choppa'
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| Bring that drama you will see it
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| (Bi-atch)
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| Didn’t I motherfuckin tell ya? |
| Didn’t I motherfuckin tell ya?
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| I told you gotdamnit
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| Shiit, gotdamn… |