[Conversation:]
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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 [Trick Daddy] 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... [laughter]
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My Name Is Trick Trick
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Trick-Trick |