Trick-trick - Gangsta lyrics

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Trick-trick - Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: Trick Trick] You goddamn right, n***a This a no fly zone I ain't no motherf**ing teacher so I ain't got no god damn pa**es You n***as better get permission, b**h [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm from the motherf**ing D, n***a Home of the hit-man, murder mitten, bleed n***a If you a rapper, I diss your a** Then get mad at you for getting mad at me Then when I see you, I'll flip your a** It's quite easy, this big clip is for your whole motherf**ing family It's even for grammy like Weezy Beef is familiar, I ain't trying to give your a** no goosebumps I'm tryna make you feel like I'm 'bout to Jump out your motherf**ing speakers and k** you I'm one word, truest I'm P. Diddy's go-to guy recording at the lab Yung Berg's shoe is n***as'll ride for you if you ride for you and They see it, I got an AK that I come at you and HD it I don't play that sh** Show me a target, I'll spray that sh** motherf**er [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] I keep it (gangster) Long as I'm alive, I'mma keep it (gangster) (Can you feel my trigger hand?) It's whatever, my n***a, Say whatever, my n***a Go wherever, my n***a, just keep it (gangster) And long as they alive, they gonna keep it (gangster) (Can you feel my trigger hand?) It's whatever, my n***a. Go wherever, my n***a [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] This is shooter music, I don't need to verbalize it We play the drums with the K's, I know that you heard us vibin' My auto-matic's faster, stronger Beta drums the size of Kanye's mullet in that Aston Onto fatigue, You ain't dead wrong make you wronger It's me, the best out, as far as pa**es I'm like Maino, my n***a, you can be as diplomatic As you wanna, professional as you wanna It's gonna still get gangsta cause you fresh out Go ask, I take your baby mama shopping No she ain't worth 50 cents just to get at your a** I'm so petty, any beef I'm so ready Now you trying kick it like you trying to go steady Trying to build a motherf**ing relationship n***as dissing and kissing and making up, I hate that sh** [Hook] [Interlude: Trick Trick] Oh, Royce, you know what's f**ed up? Now we gotta make offers that these b**h a** n***as can't refuse See, these n***as think they can buy respect They never even earned respect They never learned respect So from here on out, Detroit is officially a no fly zone You heard it, all these b**h a** n***as Don't come to this motherf**er without permission Please don't make me have to demonstrate It's not about attention It's about the seriousness of what you b**h a** n***as think is a f**ing joke Y'all wanna play? I'm not f**ing playing, man I'm not f**ing playing, man, okay [Hook]