[Trick Daddy:]
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed thy be thy name, thy [bad word] All our G's would've been gone (would've been done)
If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)

[Verse 1: Trick]
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal
Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill
And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell
There's a lotta tension in the air, so [bad word] easy on them pills
I rather be the [bad word] that's squeezing than the [bad word] that's bleeding
See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed
And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster [bad word] Y'all sucker [bad word]  man [bad word] you [bad word] I'm being convicted of a thug living and [bad word] dealing
Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' [bad word] My first words was curse words, [bad word]  the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the steets with goons, I broke [bad word] with fools
I used to take my [bad word] tool to school
 [bad word]  Trick]
See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)

[Verse 2: Buck]
These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me
Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie
Got [bad word] from them rookies and poppin at the seargent
Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started
And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs
But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone
I'm a grown [bad word] man that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban
You [bad word] right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing
I slip a another clip into my A.K.
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when [bad word] and get the yae
See the Chevy got a stash spot
I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out
Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone
So we put it on the line
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Trick]
My blood line is a level above the thug line
And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man
See [bad word] off oil and I breathe off chronic
I power up off money like a [bad word] bionic
I travel through time with a military mind
Strapped with [bad word] A.K. and a German made nine
And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us
It's slimy [bad word] niggaz and red neck [bad word] crackers
Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons)
Before my niggaz get to steppin
Cuz [bad word] can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion
Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians
Rebellion on your [bad word] For the [bad word] you did to us in the past
See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends
It took you fifteen years to close the ave
It's going to be twenty more before they close the ?
Now where my [bad word] twenty one soldiers at
Now where my Boy big gun toters at
 [bad word] 

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