Fuckin’ Around

Lyrics

[Chorus: Trick Daddy] Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuck around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' with me [Verse 1: Kase 1] I hit the clown in the dirt Jump on the top with a drop that nigga down in the dirt The first nigga quick to get it first Call the paramedics 'cause the police be stealing from the hearse I aim it at ya hat when I burst If I don't get a Grammy, I'm headed at the rat niggas first And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb Slap that bitch on the third Nigga done caught with a slur Can't see shit but a blur Crank up that Chevy let her purr We all from the curve Bitch niggas runnin' up nerve I ain't gon' let you die And I never had the sense to tag a man Said you runnin' from the hood and I'm Pakistan Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' jacka man And understand when the motherfuckin' crack is stayin' (Crack is stayin', crack is stayin', crack is stayin', crack is stayin') (Crack is stayin', crack is stayin', crack is stayin') [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] Y'all motherfuckers better run 'cause we got bombs Plus we got guns that take off arms Go four, four that shoot the door and got buck loads of that eighty-four And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigga who ain't feelin' this rhyme (Ain't feelin' this rhyme) And ain't feelin' this vibe (And ain't feelin' this vibe) To many niggas goose neckin' my ride But okay my A.K fully Y'all niggas watch how you step to me And y'all young niggas back the fuck up And don't make me act the fuck up 'Cause it all be another war (another war) I'll kill every motherfucker that y'all know (y'all know) That's yo' ma, pa, sister in law Yo' daddy, yo' dog and yo' hoe (Yo' dog and yo' hoe) Now I ain't claim to be a saint And no got damn serial killer I just wanna know my nigga what made you disrespect a nigga What you thought I was buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor (Rapper, or actor) Nigga rat to the cracker, yep they'll protect ya, but one day, fuck nigga, I'm gon' catch ya [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuckin' around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' with me Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuckin' around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' with me [Verse 3: Jeezy] Been got my B's, got my cheese Fuck nigga you don't play with a G Cock back aim and squeeze Now ya ass on the ground with the trees (That's right) My ol' boy didn't raise no snitch (Uh, uh) My ol' girl didn't raise no bitch (Nah) You outta line, I'll kill you bitch (Yeah) Now put that shit on my chick (Let's go) Bet I pull 'bout twenty-six bitches (Uh, huh) Gotta perk shit twenty-six inches (Damn) On the concrete nigga (Ayy) Gotta lace on the concrete nigga (That's right) At least when I rap a lot Break down hoes in the trap a lot Fuck nigga, I got crypt for days Slip 'N' Slide with them boys from Dade (What up, Trick) 305 to the 404, G shit, we'll take ya hoe Look dawg, we'll take ya bricks (Uh, huh) Then you gon' cop some candy shit Fuck nigga, I hope it's worth it Spray ya ass like a job with purpose Came here to suck a dick, ATL, Dade County and Trick [Chorus: Trick Daddy & T.I.] Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuckin' around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground (Oh) I ain't no busta, (Yuh) see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' with me (Tell 'em) Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuckin' around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground (Oh) I ain't no busta, (Aye) see, y'all (Aye) niggas (Ay) better stop (Aye) fuckin' (Aye) with me [Verse 4: T.I.] Ya'll suck ass niggas keep playin' with me Fuck around, see me with a A.K. in the streets Start bussin' makin' motherfuckers lay in the streets All 'cause of what a nigga say on the beat, look I'm a G that's sayin' the least From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' a key All the attention you was payin' to me You should've been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin' Know most niggas ain't built like that Just know old niggas get killed like that (That) You don't wanna fuck around with Tip like that Look Flip when the body bag zip, that's that (That) Niggas wanna talk shit then cock duce With this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin' So you can run, hide, and tell lies if you want to But when I fuck around and run up on, you what you gon' do? [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuckin' around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' with me Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuck around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' with me [Refrain] (Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me) (Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me) (Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me) (Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me) [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuckin' around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' with me Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuck around, fuck 'round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta, see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' with me