Trick Daddy - Fuckin' Around Lyrics
Trick Daddy - Fuckin' Around Lyrics
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Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
I used to clown in the 'vert
Jump on the top when it drop and leave you down in the dirt
The first nigga flinch'll get it first
F*ck the paramedics 'cause the police be stealing from the hearse
I aim it at ya head when I burst
If I don't get a Grammy, I'm hittin' up the rap niggas first
And a bag full of burn, trap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third, niggas on coke wit' a slur
Can't see shit but a blur, crank up that Chevy, let it purr
We all on the curve, bitch nigga calm your nerves
I ain't gon' let you die
And I never had to ten-toe tag a man
Tell your motherf*ckin' hood I'm the Pack-istan
Bitch, I'm the motherf*ckin' jacket, man
And I'ma stay where the motherf*ckin' crackers stayin'
Y'all motherf*ckers better run 'cause we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got .44 that shoot through doors and gets buck loads of the '84 (what?)
And like John Doe, hit ya city
Start killing every nigga who ain't feelin' this rhyme (who ain't feelin' this rhyme)
And ain't feelin' this vibe (and ain't feelin' this vibe)
Too many niggas goose neckin' my ride, huh (ooh, huh)
But OK, my AK fully
Y'all niggas watch how you step to me
Y'all young niggas back the f*ck up
And don't make me act the f*ck up
'Cause it'll be another war, I'll kill every motherf*cker y'all know
That's yo' mom, pops, sister in-law, your daddy, your dog and your hoe
Now, I ain't claim to be a saint or no Goddamn serial killer (Goddamn serial killer)
I just wanna know, my nigga, what made you disrespect a nigga? Huh? (uh-huh)
What you thought I was a buster? A sucker? (Buster, sucker)
A rapper or actor? Huh? (a rapper, actor, oh)
Nigga run to the cracker, yup, they'll protect ya
But one day, f*ck nigga, I'm gon' catch ya
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
Been got my B's, got my cheese
F*ck nigga, you don't play wit' the G's (G's)
Cock back, aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the groundwit' the trees (that's right)
My ol' boy didn't raise no snitch (uh-uh)
My ol' girl didn't raise no bitch (nah)
You outta line, I'll kill you bitch
Now put that shit on my jit (let's go)
Bet I pull 'bout twenty-six bitches (uh)
Got a 'vert sit twenty-six inches (damn)
Off the concrete nigga, got links hard as concrete, nigga (ay, that's right)
I ain't from Houston but I rap a lot (yeah)
Break down O's in the trap a lot
F*ck nigga I got crip for days (uh)
Slip n' Slide wit' them boys from Dade (what up, Trick?)
305 to the 404 (chyeah), G shit, we'll take ya hoe (take ya hoe)
Look dawg, we'll take your bricks (uh)
Then go cop some candy shit (gimme that)
F*ck nigga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from perfume
Gay nigga, suck a dick (chyeah)
ATL, Dade county (holla at 'em Trick)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all sucka-ass niggas keep playin' wit' me
F*ck around, see mewit' a AK on the streets
Start bustin', makin' motherf*ckers lay in the streets
All 'cause of what a nigga say on the beat
Look, I'm a G' that's sayin' the least
From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key
All that attention you were payin' to me
You shoulda been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'
But I know most niggas aint built like that
Just know, hoe niggas get killed like that (that)
You don't wanna f*ck around with TIP like that
Look flip, when the body bag zip, that's that (that)
Niggas wanna talk shit, then cop deuces
When this fully automatic MAC-10 start shootin'
So you could run, hide, tell lies if you want to (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But when I f*ck around and run up on you, what you gon' do? (Come on, ay)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
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Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
I used to clown in the 'vert
Jump on the top when it drop and leave you down in the dirt
The first nigga flinch'll get it first
F*ck the paramedics 'cause the police be stealing from the hearse
I aim it at ya head when I burst
If I don't get a Grammy, I'm hittin' up the rap niggas first
And a bag full of burn, trap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third, niggas on coke wit' a slur
Can't see shit but a blur, crank up that Chevy, let it purr
We all on the curve, bitch nigga calm your nerves
I ain't gon' let you die
And I never had to ten-toe tag a man
Tell your motherf*ckin' hood I'm the Pack-istan
Bitch, I'm the motherf*ckin' jacket, man
And I'ma stay where the motherf*ckin' crackers stayin'
Y'all motherf*ckers better run 'cause we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got .44 that shoot through doors and gets buck loads of the '84 (what?)
And like John Doe, hit ya city
Start killing every nigga who ain't feelin' this rhyme (who ain't feelin' this rhyme)
And ain't feelin' this vibe (and ain't feelin' this vibe)
Too many niggas goose neckin' my ride, huh (ooh, huh)
But OK, my AK fully
Y'all niggas watch how you step to me
Y'all young niggas back the f*ck up
And don't make me act the f*ck up
'Cause it'll be another war, I'll kill every motherf*cker y'all know
That's yo' mom, pops, sister in-law, your daddy, your dog and your hoe
Now, I ain't claim to be a saint or no Goddamn serial killer (Goddamn serial killer)
I just wanna know, my nigga, what made you disrespect a nigga? Huh? (uh-huh)
What you thought I was a buster? A sucker? (Buster, sucker)
A rapper or actor? Huh? (a rapper, actor, oh)
Nigga run to the cracker, yup, they'll protect ya
But one day, f*ck nigga, I'm gon' catch ya
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
Been got my B's, got my cheese
F*ck nigga, you don't play wit' the G's (G's)
Cock back, aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the groundwit' the trees (that's right)
My ol' boy didn't raise no snitch (uh-uh)
My ol' girl didn't raise no bitch (nah)
You outta line, I'll kill you bitch
Now put that shit on my jit (let's go)
Bet I pull 'bout twenty-six bitches (uh)
Got a 'vert sit twenty-six inches (damn)
Off the concrete nigga, got links hard as concrete, nigga (ay, that's right)
I ain't from Houston but I rap a lot (yeah)
Break down O's in the trap a lot
F*ck nigga I got crip for days (uh)
Slip n' Slide wit' them boys from Dade (what up, Trick?)
305 to the 404 (chyeah), G shit, we'll take ya hoe (take ya hoe)
Look dawg, we'll take your bricks (uh)
Then go cop some candy shit (gimme that)
F*ck nigga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from perfume
Gay nigga, suck a dick (chyeah)
ATL, Dade county (holla at 'em Trick)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all sucka-ass niggas keep playin' wit' me
F*ck around, see mewit' a AK on the streets
Start bustin', makin' motherf*ckers lay in the streets
All 'cause of what a nigga say on the beat
Look, I'm a G' that's sayin' the least
From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key
All that attention you were payin' to me
You shoulda been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'
But I know most niggas aint built like that
Just know, hoe niggas get killed like that (that)
You don't wanna f*ck around with TIP like that
Look flip, when the body bag zip, that's that (that)
Niggas wanna talk shit, then cop deuces
When this fully automatic MAC-10 start shootin'
So you could run, hide, tell lies if you want to (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But when I f*ck around and run up on you, what you gon' do? (Come on, ay)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
I used to clown in the 'vert
Jump on the top when it drop and leave you down in the dirt
The first nigga flinch'll get it first
F*ck the paramedics 'cause the police be stealing from the hearse
I aim it at ya head when I burst
If I don't get a Grammy, I'm hittin' up the rap niggas first
And a bag full of burn, trap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third, niggas on coke wit' a slur
Can't see shit but a blur, crank up that Chevy, let it purr
We all on the curve, bitch nigga calm your nerves
I ain't gon' let you die
And I never had to ten-toe tag a man
Tell your motherf*ckin' hood I'm the Pack-istan
Bitch, I'm the motherf*ckin' jacket, man
And I'ma stay where the motherf*ckin' crackers stayin'
Y'all motherf*ckers better run 'cause we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got .44 that shoot through doors and gets buck loads of the '84 (what?)
And like John Doe, hit ya city
Start killing every nigga who ain't feelin' this rhyme (who ain't feelin' this rhyme)
And ain't feelin' this vibe (and ain't feelin' this vibe)
Too many niggas goose neckin' my ride, huh (ooh, huh)
But OK, my AK fully
Y'all niggas watch how you step to me
Y'all young niggas back the f*ck up
And don't make me act the f*ck up
'Cause it'll be another war, I'll kill every motherf*cker y'all know
That's yo' mom, pops, sister in-law, your daddy, your dog and your hoe
Now, I ain't claim to be a saint or no Goddamn serial killer (Goddamn serial killer)
I just wanna know, my nigga, what made you disrespect a nigga? Huh? (uh-huh)
What you thought I was a buster? A sucker? (Buster, sucker)
A rapper or actor? Huh? (a rapper, actor, oh)
Nigga run to the cracker, yup, they'll protect ya
But one day, f*ck nigga, I'm gon' catch ya
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me
Been got my B's, got my cheese
F*ck nigga, you don't play wit' the G's (G's)
Cock back, aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the groundwit' the trees (that's right)
My ol' boy didn't raise no snitch (uh-uh)
My ol' girl didn't raise no bitch (nah)
You outta line, I'll kill you bitch
Now put that shit on my jit (let's go)
Bet I pull 'bout twenty-six bitches (uh)
Got a 'vert sit twenty-six inches (damn)
Off the concrete nigga, got links hard as concrete, nigga (ay, that's right)
I ain't from Houston but I rap a lot (yeah)
Break down O's in the trap a lot
F*ck nigga I got crip for days (uh)
Slip n' Slide wit' them boys from Dade (what up, Trick?)
305 to the 404 (chyeah), G shit, we'll take ya hoe (take ya hoe)
Look dawg, we'll take your bricks (uh)
Then go cop some candy shit (gimme that)
F*ck nigga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from perfume
Gay nigga, suck a dick (chyeah)
ATL, Dade county (holla at 'em Trick)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all sucka-ass niggas keep playin' wit' me
F*ck around, see mewit' a AK on the streets
Start bustin', makin' motherf*ckers lay in the streets
All 'cause of what a nigga say on the beat
Look, I'm a G' that's sayin' the least
From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key
All that attention you were payin' to me
You shoulda been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'
But I know most niggas aint built like that
Just know, hoe niggas get killed like that (that)
You don't wanna f*ck around with TIP like that
Look flip, when the body bag zip, that's that (that)
Niggas wanna talk shit, then cop deuces
When this fully automatic MAC-10 start shootin'
So you could run, hide, tell lies if you want to (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But when I f*ck around and run up on you, what you gon' do? (Come on, ay)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
(F*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me, f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Y'all niggas keep f*ckin' around, f*ckin' around
F*ck 'round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop f*ckin' wit' me (f*ckin' wit' me)
Writer: Jay W Jenkins, Clifford J Harris, Carlos Hernandez, Maurice Dwight Marshall, Christopher Alexander Blanding, Maurice Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Trick Daddy
Featuring: T.I., Jeezy, Kase 1
Length: 3:43
Written by: Jay W Jenkins, Clifford J Harris, Carlos Hernandez, Maurice Dwight Marshall, Christopher Alexander Blanding, Maurice Young