[Chorus 16x] Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) [Verse 1] I'ma make these suckas recognize I aint playing ho If you violate off the top, trick you gotta go I've done hell, been through a lot of shit And I'm about 2 flip Now I think it's time 2 show you bitches who you fuckin with D JAY that's the name And I came to bring the pain Emblem on chest, got me busting at you in the lanes Ya aint know? You fuckin with a street nigga >From the gutta, pimp tight / (slash) drug dealer Born and raised in the M-Memphis, Tennessee Before it's said and done you bitches gon' remember me This only the beginning, I got a lot to say It's been along time, and you got hell 2 pay Aint no love ho, just bring it 2 the do' ?----I let my nuts hang 2 the flo' So if you want some, this is yo last wish Betta come correct me, cause I came 2 break you off trick [Chorus 16x] Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) [Verse 2] You think I wont beat that trick, whoop that trick Got me acting fucked and shit Ho is telling me 2 calm down but I'm like fuck that shit I'm all ready, I'm right here All narcotic, with some gray goose Another shot of hen, that just gave me another boost I'm feelin electrified, you can see it in my eyes My shirt soaking wet, looking like I just got baptized Riled up, like a rhino in a liquor sto' Like some sanctified folks catching the Holy Ghost I don't think you understand This one here just might get banned Settin off a riot like we livin in Afghanistan This the durty, durty, and that's the way it goes Security be the main ones actin like some hos But now you done fucked up, you betta call the law I'ma break this ? bottle across your fuckin jaw And that's for anyone who's ever disrespecting me Watch your back boy, cause you bout 2 get your ass beat [Chorus 16x] Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) [Verse 3] I came 2 bust a nigga's head Leave him bloody red Fighting 4 his life as they rush him 2 the meds This is what happens when you get caught up in the mix All that talk just got your ass in a buncha shit This that Memphis drama boy, so we came to get fucked I thought you came with heat, nigga where's you back up? Your clique, they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches That bottle across your head got you leaking, loosing focus See this is what we mean when we shut down the club Niggaz started gangsta walkin, so we tear the bitch up We some shittin hood niggaz from the ghetto and the projects Left the police, cause we know we the suspects Make you wonder what's next Bitch guard your grill If they play this in the club, you'll get your ass beat 4 real My advice would be 2 chill In time nigga see, you'll get caught without a warning and get your ass whooped quick bitch [Chorus 16x] Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)
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