F**ckin’ around Trick Daddy

(Chorus)
Yall niggas keep f**kin around
F**kin' around, f**k round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, yall niggas better stop f**kin wit me

(Young Jeezy)
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt
The first nigga quick to get it first
Call the paramedics 'cause the police be stealing from the herse
I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat niggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third
Nigga done caught wit a slurr
Can't see shit but a blurr
Crank up that Chevey let her purr
We all from the curve
Bitch niggas runnin up nerve
I ain't gone let u die
And I (?) Tag a man
Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan
Bitch I'm a mutha f**kin jacka man
And Understand when the mutha f**kin crack is stayin

(Trick Daddy)
Yall mutha f**kers better run 'cause we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigga who ain't feelin' this rhyme
And ain't feelin' this vibe
To many niggas goose neckin my ride
But okay my A.K fully
Yall niggas watch how u step to me
And yall young niggas back the f**k up
And don't make me act the f**k up
'cause it al' be another war
I'll kill every mutha f**ker that yall know
Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law
Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe
Now I ain't claim to be a saint
And no got damn serial killer
I just wanna know my nigga what made u disrespect a nigga
What u thought I was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor
Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day f**k nigga I'm gone catch ya