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Trick Daddy Fuckin Around Intro

A you gave Trick his money Man muthafuck Trick and his muthafucking money(keep dis shit up dawg) There you go always playin bout a muthafucka money(telephone

A you gave Trick his money Man muthafuck Trick and his muthafucking money(keep dis shit up dawg) There you go always playin bout a muthafucka money(telephone

mo'fucka, a fag mo'fucka If you mad 'cause you like you never had mo'fucka Fuck yo' ass mo'fucka, that's the past mo'fucka And I know the fact make ya

productions (verse 2: brotha lynch hung) Who's the hoe? a bitch named {silence} was the trick She gave up the poo-poo for not one cent She didn't pay, fuck

Stickin around with your baby daddy down in the shit That's the daily life we live straight strugglin type shit Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts shit Fuckin around

like a band in a nigga donk Rock four fives, it's like a band in a nigga trunk Boat motor right now, nigga pass me 502, donk riding like Trick Daddy Rally

to jail, they on they way for me The kinda if I go to jail, they on they way for me Don't get around no trick And try to act if you don't know me Homie

Puff Daddy f/ Mase, Notorious B.I.G. No Way Out Intro: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever

Vinnie rap like when fifty fuckin' Kurds attack Who your group, daddy? I ain't never heard of that Vinnie Paz, Hologram, where the purple at, fuckin'