| See I was raised in the slums
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| But niggas tote guns distribute and run
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| Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
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| Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
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| Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
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| Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about
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| Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
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| Ain’t give my life to that 'cause it’s over and out
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| That’s how it is when you exposed in the south
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| See
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| All I need is big guns on the side of me
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| Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
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| Straight do or die bitches that’ll die for me
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| How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
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| The reenactment of my first murda
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| With no remorse and no feelin’s
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| Hell, cuz I ain’t even know this nigga
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| The shit was deep I couldn’t just let it go
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| While I was shootin' bout my money
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| Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch
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| I bust his ass like the last muthafucka
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| Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
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| You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
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| Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
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| You muthafuckas went in bad choppas
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| I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him
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| I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya
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| I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him
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| I’m from the era of the goodfellas, you know
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| Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
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| I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
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| Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them
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| I take this shit back to thirties and vogue
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| Let’s see that’s way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves
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| That’s in the days when the ave was jumpin'
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| Ev’ry nigga was gettin' money, every corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
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| Huh, but now we in the new era
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| A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas
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| Money, money, money…
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| E’ery time, goddammit I’ll say it e’ery time
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| Betta call us murderers
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| All I need is big guns on the side of me
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| Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
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| Straight do or die bitches that’ll die for me
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| How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
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| The boy think he gettin' payed, jumpin' out
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| Squeezin' AK’s, on the ground they lay
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| That’s how we do this shit in Dade
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| Killer bee’s, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
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| Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn’t be
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| Gotta straighten this shit, got SK’s with extra clips
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| Holla «killer head», and make them bitches flip the script
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| Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right
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| Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight
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| Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
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| Went «bang, bang"till their muh’fuckin' brains hang
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| I live for this, so damn right I kill for this
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| And when I get that feelin', ain’t gon' be no hit or miss
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| All I need is big guns on the side of me
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| Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
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| Straight do or die bitches that’ll die for me
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| How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All I Need , by - Trick Daddy. Song from the album Thug Holiday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп