Kill A Head Trick Daddy

Kill-a-head and the body dead (2x) Buddy Roe Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest nevertheless I'm leaving a mess Nigga, fuck your chest Hollow points leaving brains on the front seat Fuck

Bout Mine Trick Daddy

Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night (Hook x2) I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine (Verse

U Neva Know Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed) Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha) You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on Yesterday's

Run Nigga Trick Daddy

You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin I don't like it I don't like it one mother

Back In The Days Trick Daddy

Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo Niggaz done twist up the fro Let it lock and grow Quick

Let Me Ride Trick Daddy

smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick

Gangsta Livin' Trick Daddy

I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here [Chorus: Trick Daddy] This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes [Trick Daddy] This

Hold On Trick Trick

Marijuana Got Me Copin Wit My Problems And Hennessy Got Me Hopin I Could Solve Em My Baby Mama Ull Of Drama Tryin To Scar Me But Unlike My Old Sorry Ass Father I Tried Harder My Baby Raised To Hate Her Daddy

Woke Up With A Monster Cheap Trick

No bed of roses for your head, for you. You see no future, it's all in the past. This is a nightmare, won't be your last. It's hard to admit, it's hard to admit you're that blind.

Woke Up With A Monster (Album Version) Cheap Trick

No bed of roses for your head, for you. You see no future, it's all in the past. This is a nightmare, won't be your last. It's hard to admit, it's hard to admit you're that blind.

I Luv Trick Daddy

She was a betty I done knew back in the day Little scary lil' bitch from around the way Plus she sucked and fucked all day With a little bit of Alize (Alize, Alize) I put it down for these young hoes Get

Champion (Feat. Trick Daddy) Jacki-O

Jacki-ODaum this must be the remix, remix, remix, remix Goin to town, Drum major, Jacki-O, T double D Trick DaddyI am the champion King ding-a-ling Say my name for the dick I sling Go on head bitch do

Get On Up Trick Daddy

Bring it from ya head to ya wha? Yea, I'm real wit it, nigga wha? You want to playa hate nigga, wha? Yea I'm Slip-n-Slide nigga wha?

Hoe But Can't Help It Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga never give you shit Biotch Born and

Ain't a Thug (feat. Trey Songz) Trick Daddy

[Trick] If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug then tell me what I am [Chorus w/ Trey Songz] cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way why the steets stay on my mind since I am a thug, why do y'all

Thug Holiday Trick Daddy

nigga wouldn`t have none But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun How could I, get away from the po-po`s, if a, nigga couldn`t run And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed

These Are the Daze Trick Daddy

Heh, y'all remember back in the days When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are the days [Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)] (These

Bet That (Feat. Chamillionaire And Goldrush) (Amended Ver.) Trick Daddy

[Chorus: Trick Daddy] Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine

Ain't No Santa Trick Daddy

Everybody doin songs talking about what they got and they jewelry and they cars I'm gonna talk about something eles we never had shit, we real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because

Gotta Let You Have It Trick Daddy

"[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 [Trick Daddy] I just might have to toss this nine Across your mind Across

Walkin' Like A Hoe Trick Daddy

' like a ho You dressin' like a ho, actin' messy like a ho But bitch you lied to me, said you was shy to me You out the closet now So bitch you stand like a ho, make yo' plans like a ho Wear yo' pants

Bout My Money Trick Daddy

"[Trick Daddy] Let's see, what to do today? Fuck that I'm goin' to get my money This one in a..

I'll Be Your Player (Remix) Trick Daddy

Bein that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman scholar If a player's what you want lil mama holla Don't

Rags To Riches Trick Daddy

Dun-a Nigga dem rags to riches Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so bitch don`t go So nigga rolls, so every motha f**ka get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a

Suckin Fuckin You Trick Daddy

Silly bitch is fuckin me Suckin fuck in you Suck and fucked my whole crew So whatsa a nigga 'posed to do See all my dogs is gettin cheese Rollin D'd They got them thangs from seventeen Straight

Born A Thug Trick Daddy

Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be So he's gonna be A straight thug His mama was a G And daddy was a G Ain't nothin' left for him to be But a thug Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be So he's gonna be A straight

I Wanna Sang Trick Daddy

I bet you'll love it (I just wanna sing) yeah yeah yeah (I-I ain't askin for much) [T] Well go 'head then I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it (I ain't askin for much) [Trick

10-20-Life Trick Daddy

s/ Babies havin babies (Babies havin babies)/ N*****s dyin young/ Boy this s**t crazy/ You got drugs and guns/ But a n***a need them/ Prospect for a jack/ Then you can squeeze them/ To his head/ Left him

Shut Up Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy: We gon' let the band deal wit' this Ha ha, uh MIA Style, ha Old School Uh huh Okay, Shut Up Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) Ah ha, Okay What's Up, Shut Up Trick Daddy: Ridin' 'round

Three Card Trick The Clash

Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the

Pimp Trick Daddy

Money Buddy Roe Freaky deaky Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe J.T. Money Yeah and that nigga J.T.

Gangsta Trick Daddy

And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker

America Trick Daddy

Posed to be Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha ha ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all I'm doing this one for the struggle And every bad doin' brotha Sista, daddy

Change My Life Trick Daddy

night Gotta ease my mind Gotta find time to rewind Cause I'm fallin way behind Me and my dogs we known to ride Gotta watch my back Represent for the soldier Die couple years older Have boulders a

Could It Be Trick Daddy

(for my thugs y'all, nigga) Trick Daddy: Very sleek, gotta sneak, Peepin', creepin', Turn it up my homeboy, Tellin' lies, to the guys, like nigga I'm goin' home boy.

In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam

In Da Wind (Semi Clean - Mike's Radio) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin

In Da Wind Trick Daddy

None of my teachers ain′t like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo′ like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!)

Sugar (Gimme Some) [feat. Cee-Lo & Ludacris] Trick Daddy

[Cee-Lo] Uh huh [T-Dubl] Yeah [Cee-Lo] Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it [T-Dubl] After this one you gon need a root canal then [Cee-Lo] I love sugar all of it [T-Dubl] This one for all

Thug For Life Trick Daddy

thug for life Speak the truth and always be yo' thug for life Break the bread and always be yo' thug for life No, no, can't nobody get deep in the stomach like I do And on top of that get 'cha high to A

J.O.D.D. (feat. Khia & Tampa Tony) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] We gettin dollas (dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas) Yours Truly,I know ya'll been waitin' for it And it's about time,ain't it?

Let's Go (edited album version) Trick Daddy

Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (fuck em, fuck em, fuck em) But its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga.

Let's Go (feat. Twista & Lil' Jon) Trick Daddy

Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (fuck em, fuck em, fuck em) but its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga.

Let's Go (feat. Big D & Twista) (Clean Ver.) Trick Daddy

Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (fuck em, fuck em, fuck em) but its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga.

Thug Life Again Trick Daddy

my middle finger up And I'm ridin' for Buddy Roe Cause he jammed in it My dog got slammed in it I even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minute This the street life, cracker think a nigga fadeless Cause I'm

Represent Trick Daddy

Get off ya ass and get paid If ya ain’t bout money you ain’t from Dade See this strictly for the thugs this the shit that’ll get ya fucked up A lil nigga wit a big ole car and a big ole bank Shit

Boy Trick Daddy

"[Trick] I tellin ya boy I got them boys Dog I be tryin to tell em Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe You can't catch me boy Don't upset me boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha boy Never disrespect me boy

Thugs About (feat. Dirt Bag) Trick Daddy

[Intro: Cool & Dre] Good god, a ha ha Yo Trick I think we done did it again man ( [echo:] of course, of course) Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha) Y'all know who we be [Chorus: Cool & Dre] I wanna

4 Eva (feat. Jazze Pha) Trick Daddy

Daddy] Now I ain't ever been a man with manners But I, think I can handle, bein a lil' romantic Now we can Crist' it up or Moet it I can kick gangsta shit or get ghetto poetic What's your name lil' momma

So High (Feat. Trey Songz And 8Ball) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy Dollars 8 Ball Trey Songz We High Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is your captain speaking to ya I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight A flight that is promised