Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All I Need, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Thug Holiday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Slip-N-Slide
Song language: English
All I Need |
| See I was raised in the slums |
| But niggas tote guns distribute and run |
| Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb |
| Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come |
| Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun |
| Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about |
| Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house |
| Ain’t give my life to that 'cause it’s over and out |
| That’s how it is when you exposed in the south |
| See |
| All I need is big guns on the side of me |
| Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed |
| Straight do or die bitches that’ll die for me |
| How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) |
| The reenactment of my first murda |
| With no remorse and no feelin’s |
| Hell, cuz I ain’t even know this nigga |
| The shit was deep I couldn’t just let it go |
| While I was shootin' bout my money |
| Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch |
| I bust his ass like the last muthafucka |
| Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up |
| You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin' |
| Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully |
| You muthafuckas went in bad choppas |
| I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him |
| I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya |
| I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him |
| I’m from the era of the goodfellas, you know |
| Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly |
| I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them |
| Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them |
| I take this shit back to thirties and vogue |
| Let’s see that’s way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves |
| That’s in the days when the ave was jumpin' |
| Ev’ry nigga was gettin' money, every corner was pumpin' and jumpin' |
| Huh, but now we in the new era |
| A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas |
| Money, money, money… |
| E’ery time, goddammit I’ll say it e’ery time |
| Betta call us murderers |
| All I need is big guns on the side of me |
| Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed |
| Straight do or die bitches that’ll die for me |
| How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) |
| The boy think he gettin' payed, jumpin' out |
| Squeezin' AK’s, on the ground they lay |
| That’s how we do this shit in Dade |
| Killer bee’s, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me |
| Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn’t be |
| Gotta straighten this shit, got SK’s with extra clips |
| Holla «killer head», and make them bitches flip the script |
| Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right |
| Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight |
| Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang |
| Went «bang, bang"till their muh’fuckin' brains hang |
| I live for this, so damn right I kill for this |
| And when I get that feelin', ain’t gon' be no hit or miss |
| All I need is big guns on the side of me |
| Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed |
| Straight do or die bitches that’ll die for me |
| How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) |