Trick Daddy - Gotta Let You Have It Lyrics
[buddy roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automatic[trick daddy]I just might have to toss this nineAcross your mindAcross that lineIm running straight up in your mammys house by minePuttin this fire up in this old ***** mouth by mineAnd openin fireAnd I aint swearing no niggasGive the deed up until four niggasAint sympathizing with you hoe niggasIm just realizing what this thug shit for niggaYou in the middle of a war niggaNow I gotta let you have itThe whole clip*****ing up the whole tripNow you *****ing with the boogie manThis shit deeper than nino brownAnd I aint see no clownNigga nigga nigga[buddy roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automatic[trick daddy]I got some niggas thatll bump with youPlay with your kids and eat lunch with youThen ***** around and kill your assI close shopWith 2 shots from a far away glockThen leave you dead to rotIn a empty lotAnd this thug shit simply notTo be taken lightWell yall fake less Im taken lifeThen Im taking offTo the old hoodTo check on a old girlTo make sure its still all goodThen its back to the streetsTo finish this beefLooking for them same niggas thats looking for meAnd about three blocks>from where they set up shopSell weed and lay some rocksThey got these old copsWorking theyre spotsAnd young niggas on the roof with red dotsWhen me and my clique scrap and we scared not[buddy roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automatic[buddy roe]Im paranoid cause Im hearing thingsTime servedOnly out a few months, associated with birdsThey want to pop it, I got bad nervesPeepMini-14 on the front seatYou want to be there for your kids, nigga play with itHis grams missing, who did it, ima deal with itSo ***** I care about the shortyCause nigga you been knownSkip townWith my poundWith my dudes roundNow nigga how you playin, I done counted thatYou wanted work, all you had to do is *****ing askMy cuban friendWant his endsInstead of you flipping them divedendsMaking millionsPopping thenSilly rabbitYou done started staticNow I gotta let you have itRapping fire from my automaticYou left me stuckAnd so you outta luckCause you done *****ed my credit upAshes to ashes, dust to dustNigga what[buddy roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin fire from my automatic
