My Name Is Trick Trick

Lyrics

[Conversation] Ayo What's up man? What's up kid, what's goin on? What's the deal? Been hearin a lot of shit about you, man (Yeah?) Yeah, man, I heard uh they said you whooped [Trick Daddy] and sayin' that he broke your arm And motherfuckers is sayin, uh, you still fucking with that work [Verse 1] Seeing that my name happens to be the topic of discussion In everybody's conversation, all across the nation I'm gon' hit it, cause people gotta lie just to kick it It's a program plan so get wit' it Now listen to me, I started bangin' when I turned thirteen Affiliation with felons had me linked to a team Seven Mile BK rep the set Click, boom, GBK from East to West Back then we wasn't friends wit not a na' 'notha crew Gang fights after school had me labeled as a fool Run yo shoes, run yo jewels. Sheepskins, top tens. Check 'em in Blocks and ink pens was the weapon (Gimme), till I got a three-fifty-seven When Dougie Fresh had just dropped "All The Way to Heaven" Tough chains, I get mine from everybody else I present to you, myself [Chorus] My name is Trick Trick I'm from the ghetto I fuck's wit Hip-Hop, R&B, not Heavy Metal I'm still a gangsta So please believe it I got that choppa', bring the drama you will see it (Yeah) (Bi-atch!) [Verse 2] Wasn't no way to tame us, (Uh-uh) we love beef The OG's that trained us, (Ah-ha) they loved streets It's hard to lie for that If I believed it in my heart, it's hard to die for that (C'mon) If the homie get killed, it's hard to ride for that (C'mon) If the homie get killed, it's hard to ride for that (What?) Ride for that (I'm on yo head niggas) Still the fact of the matter remains, I can't change I'm addicted to this game (C'mon) So when these fag-ass rap niggas split the track And can't do none of the shit that they spit on wax Bump into me, then mug like it's something to see Anybody can get they ass whooped fuckin' wit me So close your mouth and stop spreading the shit you heard I'm at the point where I can clip a motherfucka with words Move that work, top charts, and gang to fame So everybody in the streets know, that.. [Chorus] My name is Trick Trick I'm from the ghetto I fuck's wit Hip-Hop, R&B, not Heavy Metal I'm still a gangsta (Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta) So please believe it (Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta) I got that choppa', bring the drama you will see it (C'mon) (Oh shit, here we go again) [Verse 3] I been in the pen, copped out, probated and did it again I paroled the homie own, It's time to shine But kept getting arrested for violent crimes That's right. Believe the witness, it's all my fault My guess is, beat the witness, till he can't talk I was taught, go in and do what you gotta do To make sure they don't tell on you. Ooh But people still say what they heard anyway I get birds everyday, I got indicted back in May Trick daddy broke my arm? Come on, you saw the tape, ain't no body breaking shit this way And further more, all these rap niggas that I had to run into Got they ass whooped cause they had it comin' to 'em I don't whoop na' nigga for nothin' You got stomped then you had to do something. Bi-atch! [Chorus] My name is Trick Trick I'm from the ghetto I fuck's wit Hip-Hop, R&B, not Heavy Metal I'm still a gangsta So please believe it I got that choppa', bring the drama you will see it My name is Trick Trick I'm from the ghetto I fuck's wit Hip-Hop, R&B, not Heavy Metal I'm still a gangsta (Gansta, gangsta, gansta) So please believe it (Gansta, gangsta, gansta) I got that choppa', bring the drama you will see it (Bi-atch) [Outro] Didn't I motherfuckin' tell ya? Didn't I motherfuckin' tell ya? I motherfuckin' tell you I tell you goddamnit Told you I'd come, didn't I tell you? Shit, goddamn... [laughter]