All I Need (Final Edited Album Version)-Trick Daddy

歌手 : Trick Daddy
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:57

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All I Need (Final Edited Album Version) - Trick Daddy
People gots to have money
Haha gangsta
Just like that just like that
Haha my recipe for murda murda
Couple pounds of brown pounds of brown
Couple dt's couple dt's
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas
See I was raised in the slums
But niggas tote guns distribute and run
Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
Ni**a we did what you done and what you talkin' about
Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' d**e in the house
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out
That's how it is when you exposed in the south
See
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of w**d
Straight do or die b**ches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me hey hey
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of w**d
Straight do or die b**ches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me hey hey
The reenactment of my first murda
With no remorse and no feelin's
Hell cuz I ain't even know this ni**a
The sh*t was deep I couldn't just let it go
While I was shootin' bout my money
Fruitin' bout my dough b**ch
I bust his a** like the last muthaf**ka
Went in with them stunnas came out with them cuttas cut up
You shoulda seen the muthaf**ka jumpin' thumpin'
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You muthaf**kas went in bad choppas
I still got em that ni**a begged for his life but I still shot him
I let him know b**ch this is how I feel about ya
I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him
I'm from the era of the goodfellas you know
Ni**a like big ike big nose bob and bo dilly
I growed up on the turf watchin' murph and them
Murph dropped the top on the bird that ni**a was hurtin' them
I take this sh*t back to thirties and vogue
Let's see that's way before them bama a** hammers and loaves
That's in the days when the ave was jumpin'
Ev'ry ni**a was gettin' money every corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
Huh but now we in the new era
A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas
Money money money
E'ery time goddammit I'll say it e'ery time
Betta call us murderers
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of w**d
Straight do or die b**ches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me hey hey
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of w**d
Straight do or die b**ches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me hey hey
The boy think he gettin' payed jumpin' out
Squeezin' ak's on the ground they lay
That's how we do this sh*t in dade
Killer bee's snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
Them killed my dogg hell naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten this sh*t got sk's with extra clips
Holla killer head and make them b**ches flip the script
Cut it back to light fake the left rip the right
Them feel my eyes these b**ches down to die tonight
Pull right on the side raise it up squeeze that thang
Went bang bang till their muh'f**kin' brains hang
I live for this so damn right I kill for this
And when I get that feelin' ain't gon' be no hit or miss
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of w**d
Straight do or die b**ches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me hey hey
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of w**d
Straight do or die b**ches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me hey hey