Gotta Let You Have It lyrics

by

Mystikal


[Chorus: Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
I just might have to toss this nine
Across your mind
Across that line
I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine
Puttin' this fire up in this old b*tch mouth by mine
And openin' fire
And I ain't swearing no n*ggas
Give the deed up until four n*ggas
Ain't sympathizing with you hoe n*ggas
I'm just realizing what this thug sh*t for n*gga
You in the middle of a war n*gga
Now I gotta let you have it
The whole clip
f*cking up the whole trip
Now you f*cking with the boogie man
This sh*t deeper than Nino Brown
And I ain't see no clown
n*gga n*gga n*gga
[Chorus: Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
I got some n*ggas that'll bump with you
Play with your kids and eat lunch with you
Then f*ck around and kill your ass
I close shop
With 2 shots from a far away Glock
Then leave you dead to rot
In a empty lot
And this thug sh*t simply not
To be taken light
Well y'all fake less I'm taken life
Then I'm taking off
To the old hood
To check on a old girl
To make sure it's still all good
Then it's back to the streets
To finish this beef
Looking for them same n*ggas that's looking for me
And about three blocks
From where they set up shop
Sell weed and lay some rocks
They got these old cops
Working they're spots
And young n*ggas on the roof with red dots
When me and my clique scrap and we scared not
[Chorus: Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Verse 3: Buddy Roe]
I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things
Time served
Only out a few months, associated with birds
They want to pop it, I got bad nerves
Peep
Mini-14 on the front seat
You want to be there for your kids, n*gga play with it
His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it
So f*ck I care about the shorty
Cause n*gga you been known
Skip town
With my pound
With my dudes 'round
Now n*gga how you playin', I done counted that
You wanted work, all you had to do is f*cking ask
My cuban friend
Want his ends
Instead of you flipping them divedends
Making millions
Popping then
Silly rabbit
You done started static
Now I gotta let you have it
Rapping fire from my automatic
You left me stuck
And so you outta luck
Cause you done f*cked my credit up
ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
n*gga what
[Chorus: Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
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