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	Artist: Trick Daddy Song Title: F**kin' Around Album: Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets
[Chorus] Yall n**s keep fkin around Fkin' around, fk round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta see, yall n**s better stop fkin wit me [Young Jeezy] I hit the clown in the dirt Jump on the top wit a drop that n** down in the dirt The first n quick to get it first Call the paramedics cuz the police be stealing from the herse I aim it at ya hat when I burst If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat ns first And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb Slap that b on the third N done caught wit a slurr Cant see st but a blurr Crank up that Chevey let her purr We all from the curve B** ns runnin up nerve I aint gone let u die And I Tag a man Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan B I'm a mutha fkin jacka man And Understand when the mutha fkin crack is stayin [Trick Daddy] Yall mutha fkers better run cuz we got bombs Plus we got guns that take off arms Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84 And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every n** who aint feelin' this rhyme And ain't feelin' this vibe To many ns goose neckin my ride But okay my A.K fully Yall ns watch how u step to me And yall young ns back the fk up And don't make me act the fk up Cuz it al' be another war I'll kill every mutha fker that yall know Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe Now I ain't claim to be a saint And no got damn serial killer I just wanna know my n** what made u disrespect a n What u thought I was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor N rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fk n** I'm gone catch ya [Chorus 2x] [Kase 1] Been got my B's got my cheese Fk n** u dont play wit a G' Cock back aim and squeeze Now ya a on the ground wit the trees My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch My Ol' girl didnt raise no b** U outta line I'll kill u b Not put that st on my chick Man I pull bout 26 b**es Gotta perk st 26 inches On the concrete n** Gotta lace on the concrete n At least when I rap a lot Break down hoes in the trap a lot Fk n** I got crypt for days Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade 305 to the 404, G' st we'll take ya hoe Look dawg we'll take ya bricks Then u gone cop some candy st Fk n** I hope it's worth it Spray ya a like a job from perkit Came here to suck a d* ATL Dade county and Trick [Chorus] [T.I.] Aye,aye yall suck a n**s keep playin wit me Fk around see me wit a A.K on the streets Start bussin makin mutha fkers lay in the streets All cuz of what a n say on the beat Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key Instead of all that attention u were payin to me U should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin But I know most ns aint built like that Just know old ns get killed like that U dont wanna fk around wit Tip like that Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that N**s wanna talk st and cock duce Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin So u can run high and tell lies if u want to But when i f**k around and run up on u what u gone do [Chorus]