f*ckin’ Around lyrics

by

Twista


[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ck around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all n*ggas better stop
f*ckin' wit me

[Verse 1: Kase 1]
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that n*gga down in the dirt
The first n*gga quick to get it first
Call the paramedic's cause the police be stealing from the hearse
I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a Grammy I'm headed at the rat n*ggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that b*tch on the third
n*gga done caught wit a slur
Can't see sh*t but a blur
Crank up that Chevy let her purr
We all from the curve
b*tch n*ggas runnin up nerve
I ain't gon' let you die
And I tag a man
Said you runnin from the hood and I'm Pakistan
b*tch I'm a motherf*ckin jacka man
And I'ma stay when the motherf*ckin crack is staying

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Y'all motherf*ckers better run cause we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got a 4.4 that shoot the door and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city
Start killing every n*gga who ain't feelin this rhyme
And ain't feelin this vibe
To many n*ggas goose necking my ride
But o.k. My A.K. fully
Y'all n*ggas watch how you step to me
And y'all young n*ggas back the f*ck up
And don't make me act the f*ck up
Cuz it a another war
I'll kill every motherf*cker that y'all know
That's yo ma, pa, sister n law
Yo daddy, yo dog and yo hoe
Now I ain't claim to be a saint
And no gotdamn serial killer
I just wanna know my n*gga what made you disrespect a n*gga
What you thought I was buster, sucker, a rapper or actor
n*gga run Jimmy Cracker, yep they'll protect ya but one day f*ck n*gga I'm gon' catch ya
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see
Y'all n*ggas better stop f*ckin' wit me
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all n*ggas better stop
f*ckin' wit me

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Yee ain't got my B's, got my cheese
f*ck n*gga you don't play wit a G
c*ck back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees (that's right)
My ole boy didn't raise no snitch (uh uh)
My ole girl didn't raise no b*tch (nah)
You outta line I'll kill you b*tch
Now put that sh*t on my chick (let's go)
Bet I pull 'bout 26 b*tches (uh huh)
Got a verse in 26 inches (damn)
On the concrete n*gga (Ayyyyy)
Gotta lace on the concrete n*gga (that's right)
I ain't from Houston but I rap a lot
Break down o's in the trap a lot
f*ck n*gga I got crip for days
Slip N Slide wit dem boys from Dade (what up Trick)
305 to the 404
G sh*t, we'll take ya hoe
Look dog we'll take ya bricks (uh huh)
Then go cop some candy sh*t
f*ck n*gga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from perfect
Gay n*gga suck a di*k, A-T-L, Dade County and Trick
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground (oh)
I ain't no busta, see
Y'all n*ggas better stop f*ckin' wit me (tell 'em)
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground (oh)
I ain't no busta, (ay) see
Y'all (ay) n*ggas (ay) better stop (ay)
f*ckin' (ay) wit me

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Y'all suck ass n*ggas keep playin' wit me
f*ck around see me wit A.K. in the streets
Start bussin' makin' motherf*ckers lay in the streets
All cause of what a n*gga say on the beat, look
I'ma G that's sayin the least from trappin' to sprayin' the heat to weighing a key
All the attention you was payin' to me, you should've been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'
Know most n*ggas ain't built like that just know hoe n*ggas get killed like that (that)
You don't wanna f*ck around wit Tip like that, look Flip when the body bag zip, that's that (that)
n*ggas wanna talk sh*t then cop deuces when this fully automatic Mac-10 start shoot
So you can run, hide, tell lies if you want to but when I f*ck around and run up on you what you gon' do

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see
Y'all n*ggas better stop f*ckin' wit me
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ck around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all n*ggas better stop
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Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see
Y'all n*ggas better stop f*ckin' wit me
Y'all n*ggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ck around, f*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all n*ggas better stop
f*ckin' wit me
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