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Cha Cha
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[Trick Daddy]
I just hope yall niggas know
That when its time that you niggas gotta be ready for war
You niggas gotta be prepared
You niggas gotta know that Im serious about this shit
Imma run em down, nigga
Ive done been used, abused, and accused of things that aint true
And been told some shit about some things that aint even new
But what I done heard is true, I know yall done heard it too
Been saying shit like Trick run hit from a bird or two
And yall claiming that Im the man
I got these banging ass bitches standing around with their hands out
Word is on the streets is that a nigga like me
Done went from jack boy from dope boy in less than a week
See I got more snitches and bitches than my clique ever saw
And I hang with crooked ass judges, lawyers, cops, and robbers
I wish I had a block of that shit
I give my block to my chick
And set up shop in this bitch
I wish I meant a country bitch from a hick town and I
Send her to get a table and break a whole half of brick down
Yall niggas know it cost money to go to war
And I know a couple niggas with a couple of millions to blow, its on
1 - [Jim Crow]
Its on, just stay calm
We aint bullshittin nigga we droppin bombs
Uhh its like that
Aint done right the first time we coming back
Its on, just stay calm
We aint bullshittin nigga we droppin bombs
Uhh its like that
Aint done right the first time we coming back
[Jim Crow]
Ha, Cha Cha
We got the hoes in a headlock now Cha
A new millennium baby
Make em bounce, make em bounce
[Cha Cha]
Where can I start cause baby girl aint go no ghetto tales
Id rather tell how good the leather smell in the SL
That was eleventh and twelfth
Been ahead of myself
So these broads been trying to ride before accepted this wealth
Wasnt born with silver spoons
Seen plenty of silver moons
Sat in mid June on the beaches of Cancun
And that was just family trips
Ride in grip family whips
Now its my own candy six, nigga you aint hand me this
So what you beefin this?
Believe me this
Ill have you on your knees for this
Just pleading the fifth
You acting real displeased with this, fatigued a bit?
Youre messing with this seasoned chick
Thatll leave ya sick
Take it all, yall wont be needing
Call her six, no let mommy hold the keys to this
Dont even trip you know we like two peas in this
Breathe evilness,
And we wont split until we even this
Deceitfulness, where its at, yeah
Repeat 1
[Juvenile]
I just come up with money from busting heads
And niggas I fuck with just got out of the feds
My paper done got scraped
So naw cool relax
Yo Juve what you doing?
Look Im just chilling to the max
My niggas already left me and they aint coming back
I look like a drug dealer
They think Im selling crack
If the motherfuckin money aint right
I aint handling it
Nigga I dont wanna talk to you so stop mouthing
Cant you see that Juve bout his business boy?
Or do I have to put holes in your kidneys boy?
Straight up knock the bitch out
Well pick the bitch up
Then get rough and duck, cut them, Cha is loose in the cut
Look that wouldnt happen to you if youd mind her
And yall been hustling, warning this is my turn
Fuck the press, fuck a tv, fuck a cd
When you got money come and see me
Repeat 1 (2x)
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