Gangsta Livin'
Trick Daddy
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I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here [Chorus: This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it's changed It's gettin' strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes This nigga needs no introductions I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to f*ck wit See T-Double known for startin' problems but K-cutter be the problem solver, if I Sell you a book nigga stick it 'Cause for every you check you slippin' they can call me Flipper I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh) But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver Had to tell him mind me a nigga I was like uh-huh, click click, see'mere, don't run nigga All I want to know is Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is I heard Papi got them freighters Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em The dope game's just too overrated And to tell why'all the truth a lot of why'all ain't gon' make it Done went from crack slingers to R&B singers Before the mic's on, you was already singin It's just a song was a big hit He named me and his bitch on the remix [sing] [Chorus: Repeat 2X] And to hell with bein' a man about it Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, f*ck bein' 21 Somebody better tell 'em And put him up on {?} somebody f*ck around and kill him You see cause snitches get stitches And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin' and snitchin' And I ain't gon' keep on talkin' to you niggaz I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz And I ain't leavin' no witnesses And don't get drunk and confess to none of why'all misses See I know how to control my Hennessy I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans See cause poppa was a rolling stone He said, son get your gun, it's a war and it's on So why'all go on and bob your head to the song Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone [Chorus: Repeat 2X] I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed Niggaz out there sellin' backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds They whoopin' the rocks and we compressin' the coke They makin' it hard for them {?} to smoke I went to jail tryin' to get high; nigga told me To go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out So our father, who art in heaven It must be the devil cause somethin' wrong with these niggaz Nope - and crazy ain't the word They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird Fo' what, so you can smoke it up? Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come f*ck you up? The game hard on a player You coulda started with a block and now workin' just for quarter fare With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself And the game don't even care! [Chorus: Repeat 2X]
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Written by: MAURICE YOUNG, CHRIS BLANDING
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