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Trick Daddy lyrics Back In The Days lyrics Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo Niggaz done twist up the fro Let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro Nigga you don't know And I'm thinkin bout when Round the time i was ten And way before the pen The worst thing i ever remember seeing Was a boy get his whole head bashed in But now they gettin blown off Whole chest torn off Whole block roped off Two clips in his house for fuckin round Runnin off at his damn mouth Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame And it wudn't bout a name Plus it wudn't no thang To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang But na shit done changed And I know it seem strange But I'm a maintain So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes" stay the fuck out the chain gang hook Some hoes no shame Other hoes play games See they'll fuck ya for the fame And when the heat is on and they cant hang Theyll give them crackers yo name Thell say it under oath And swear to tell the truth Run down what ya do How ya clown wit ya crew Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house Tell a ho about ya spot Where ya threw away the glock But every bitch that ya shot Every key that ya caught And every car that ya drop The ninety-seven drop tops And them Carolina trips And then they grill you the flip Time and date when ya dip Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built With no muthafuckin guilt Back in tha days It wudn't none a this Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch It just goes to show that Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script hook See back in the days All pimps got paid And all hoes got slayed Alot a money got saved And every playa had it made In Dade We was slayed before then Boys was made before then Way before them Raisin poor men With no choice Way before them But na shit done changed I mean a nigga done came Ya done took our name We done peeped yall game Ya ovalooked our pain Man, and we aint tryin to be friends Ya wudn't tryin back then Had a problem with my skin Got together with ya clan And send a young poor black man Straight to the pen Ya had beef with the blacks But na the blacks got the gats So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked And you can bet that See nigga Back in the days I was young and afraid So dumb in a way I was trapped in a maze So hey hook Other Trick Daddy lyrics: Ho But You Can't Help It lyrics Thug Life Again lyrics Bout My Money lyrics Boy lyrics Could it Be lyrics Thug for Life lyrics Get On Up lyrics Gotta Let You Have It lyrics Kill Your Ass lyrics Shut Up lyrics Tryin' to Stop Smokin' lyrics Walkin' Like a Hoe lyrics I'm A Thug lyrics Where U From lyrics Noodle lyrics Take It To Da House lyrics Can't Fuck With The South lyrics Have My Cheese lyrics Bricks & Marijuana lyrics 99 Problems lyrics Thump In The Trunk lyrics 'Dro In The Wind lyrics America lyrics For All My Ladies lyrics N Word lyrics Bricks And Marijuana lyrics Survivin The Drought lyrics Where You From lyrics Shut Yo Face (Uncle Fucka) lyrics Shut Up Remix lyrics Thug Money lyrics Thug Niggas Don't Live That Long lyrics We Got lyrics Hoe But You Can't Help It lyrics Pimp lyrics I'll Be Your Player lyrics Kill-a-Head lyrics They Don't Live Long lyrics Play No Games lyrics Thug Holiday lyrics Gangsta lyrics Dro In The Wind lyrics I'll Be Your Player (Remix) lyrics Living In A World lyrics Run Nigga lyrics Suckin Fuckin You lyrics I'll Be Your Other Man lyrics Change My Life lyrics Hold On lyrics Nann Nigga lyrics For The Thugs lyrics |