It’s Like That lyrics

by

Trick Daddy


[Trick Daddy]
I just hope y'all n*ggas know
That when it's time that you n*ggas gotta be ready for war
You n*ggas gotta be prepared
You n*ggas gotta know that I'm serious about this sh*t
I'mma run 'em down, n*gga

I've done been used, abused, and accused of things that ain't true
And been told some things about me that I ain't even knew
But what I done heard is true, I know y'all done heard it too
Been saying sh*t like Trick run hit from a bird or two
And y'all claiming that I'm the man
I got these banging ass b*tches standing around with their hands out
Word is on the streets is that a n*gga like me
Done went from jack boy to dope boy in less than a week
See I got more snitches and b*tches than my clique ever saw
And I hang with crooked ass judges, lawyers, cops, and robbers
I wish I had a block of that sh*t
I'd give my block to my jits
And set up shop in this b*tch
I wish I met a country b*tch from a hick town and I
Send her to get a table and break a whole half of brick down
Y'all n*ggas know it cost money to go to war
And I know a couple n*ggas with a couple of millions to blow, it's on

1 - [Jim Crow]
It's on, just stay calm
We ain't bullsh*ttin' n*gga we droppin' bombs
Uhh it's like that
Ain't done right the first time we coming back
It's on, just stay calm
We ain't bullsh*ttin' n*gga we droppin' bombs
Uhh it's like that
Ain't done right the first time we coming back
[Jim Crow]
Ha, Cha Cha
We got the hoes in a headlock now Cha
A new millennium baby
Make 'em bounce, make 'em bounce

[Cha Cha]
Where can I start cause baby girl ain't got no ghetto tales
I'd rather tell how good the leather smell in the SL
That was eleventh and twelfth
Been ahead of myself
So these broads been trying to ride before accepted this wealth
Wasn't born with silver spoons
Seen plenty of silver moons
Sat in mid June on the beaches of Cancun
And that was just family trips
Ride in grip family whips
Now it's my own candy six, n*gga you ain't hand me this
So what you beefin' this?
Believe me this
I'll have you on your knees for this
Just pleading the fifth
You acting real displeased with this, fatigued a bit?
You're messing with this seasoned chick
That'll leave ya sick
Take it all, y'all won't be needing
Call her six, no let mommy hold the keys to this
Don't even trip you know we like two peas in this
Breathe evilness
And we won't split until we even this
Deceitfulness, where it's at, yeah
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[Juvenile]
I just come up with money from busting heads
And n*ggas I f*ck with just got out of the feds
My paper done got scraped
So naw cool relax
Yo Juve what you doing?
Look I'm just chilling to the max
My n*ggas already left me and they ain't coming back
I look like a drug dealer
They think I'm selling crack
If the motherf*ckin' money ain't right
I ain't handling it
n*gga I don't wanna talk to you so stop mouthing
Can't you see that Juve 'bout his business boy?
Or do I have to put holes in your kidneys boy?
Straight up knock the b*tch out
We'll pick the b*tch up
Then get rough and duck, cut them, Cha is loose in the cut
Look that wouldn't happen to you if you'd mind her
And y'all been hustling, warning this is my turn
f*ck the press, f*ck a tv, f*ck a cd
When you got money come and see me

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