Текст песни My Name Is Trick Trick - Trick-Trick
[Conversation:]
What's
up
man?
What's
up
kid,
what's
goin
on?
What's
the
deal?
Been
hearin
a
lot
of
shit
about
you
lately,
man.
Yeah,
man,
I
heard
they
said
you
whooped
[Trick
Daddy]
and
sayin
that
you
broke
your
arm.
And
motherfuckers
is
sayin,
uh,
you
still
fucking
wit
that
work.
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
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,
till
I
got
a
three-fifty-seven,
When
Dougie
Fresh
had
just
dropped
All
The
Way
to
Heaven.
Tough
chains,
I
got
from
everybody
else.
I
present
to
you,
Myself.
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.
(Bi-atch!)
Wasn't
no
way
to
taim
us,
we
love
beef.
The
OG's
that
trained
us,
they
loved
streets.
It's
hard
to
lie
for
that.
If
I
believed
it
in
my
heart,
it's
hard
to
die
for
that.
If
the
homie
get
killed,
it's
hard
to
ride
for
that.
(what?)
It's
hard
to
ride
for
that.
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.
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.
Everybody
in
the
streets
know,
that.
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.
(Ohh
shit,
there
he
go
again.)
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,
gone
and
do,
what
you
gotta
do,
To
make
sure
they
don't
tell
on
you.
Oooh.
But
people
still
say
what
they
heard
anyway.
I
get
birds
everyday,
I
got
indited
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
in
to,
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!
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
that
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.
So
please
believe
it.
I
got
that
choppa'.
Bring
that
drama
you
will
see
it.
(Bi-atch)
Didn't
I
motherfuckin
tell
ya?
Didn't
I
motherfuckin
tell
ya?
I
told
you
gotdamnit.
Shiit,
gotdamn...
[laughter]
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1 Intro
2 M-1
3 Welcome 2 Detroit
4 My Name Is Trick Trick
5 No More to Say
6 Leave Your Past
7 Lady (Let You Go)
8 Get Bread
9 Sucha
10 Head Bussa
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