And everything that you held close a??That someone has stolen the women you love And that her love was a devil's lie a??That your heart was gone and
me get off that weed, I'ma keep smoking on that thai Nigga, fuck that, I'ma keep hittin' that (Puff puff) Till my lung collapse, what's wrong with that
I beat it of a nigga that messed up the cunt So I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want How many really wanna know about Tech Gotta give a women that
that hoe Keep it real with her dog, you 'bout to marry that hoe Them nine O's that you copping, yeah, that's fin to get hit Tell your bitch stop bitching
's a revolution this time will be televise. I keep it funky. Fuck you hustla'. With a musty hustla'. That's why my OG's we be hanging out like rusty mutha
I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out You was that girl that would set that nigga up I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck
my house, I stumbled just a bit You play it cool but it's no use Dad ain't no fool and that's the truth Chewing gum won't cover up that smell You can
short of thirty years when the boss man lays you off No thinking you no pair of shoes no shiny new gold watch Its payments you cant make on a house that
ain't ugly love, my *** got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was 'Humpin' Around' and 'Jump-in Around' Jacked her then I asked her who's
everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky That's what's good man they all say Tricky [Verse 2 - Trick Trick] Homie it's been a long time
around and they all know Tricky That's what's good man they all say Tricky Homie, it's been a long time comin' and I'm straight with that Marshall done
, and thieves What you don't know is that You're walking in the same shoes with me (koopsta knicca) Nothin' but a man says forseekin' that's all I see
's hell on this earth, the only thing that's missin' is the fire Come on baby tell me is it something that your eyes can't see Or are you just blind to the fact that
kids that bang like this shorty She'll sip champagne, she'll come drink a forty Got a smell that entice, dress kinda sporty In public she's nice, in private she's
champagne She'll come drink a forty Got a smell that intice Dress kinda sporty In public she's nice In private she's naughty I had every man's dream in
be your zombie, your livin' dead Her sweet corruption It's gonna make you, it's gonna break you Yeah, she said "Haunt my house of pain And feel my psycho
I smell trouble and where there's smoke There must be fire You sow your seeds of jealousy And the flames just keep on growing higher This can't be love