Trick Daddy - N Word Lyrics

Lyrics N Word - Trick Daddy



I spit game wit′ the N word
Brothers make slang for N word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for N word slang
And lease be the blame for N word, nigga
You know me, nigga, I don't know you, my nigga
Here′s what must go through, my nigga
Go get with ya crew, my nigga
Tell rush 'round here for I do y'all niggas
′Cause I′m straight chillin', my nigga
Ex-con ex-dope dealer, my nigga
I ain′t trippin' but I′m chillin', my nigga
And I ain′t scared of none of y'all niggas
I will count my flow right in front y'all niggas
I will kill ever one of y′all niggas
Cock my forty-five and go to gunning y′all niggas
I will ever one of y'all niggas, nigga
I spit game wit′ the N word
Brothers make slang for N word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for N word slang
And lease be the blame for N word, nigga
I am off da, my nigga
Smoking marijuana in the range, my nigga
Getting brains, real niggas do things, my niggas
We spittin' flames with motherfuckin thangs, nigga
I will take it to ya whole squad, my nigga
Word to God, my nigga
I got but rather get hard, my nigga
At the neighborhood park, my nigga
What you say young nigga
Slip N slide, ain′t got guns, young nigga
Got funds, young nigga, dumb nigga
Get ya for motherfuckin' ones
And turn you news into none, nigga
I spit game wit′ the N word
Brothers make slang for N word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for N word slang
And lease be the blame for N word, nigga
Yo my nigga, I'm C.O. nigga
You better slow yo roll my nigga, nigga
And that's word to buddy roe, my nigga
So why should I give a fuck about a ho, nigga
I′m a go get ya nigga
I can get the to da floor
(Let ′em know my nigga)
That's how it go my nigga
I′m go lock it down from the door my nigga
That's fo sho my nigga
And I got ya back my nigga
Everywhere I go I be strap
You bet my nigga
And on top of that do be a It′s all good you know I got stacks, my nigga
We rob banks, my nigga
And we are the only ones smoking stank my nigga
We runnin' through the bitches that you can′t, my nigga
Fuckin' round with us, we will leave you stank, my nigga, nigga
I spit game wit' the N word
Brothers make slang for N word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for N word slang
And lease be the blame for N word, nigga
I spit game wit′ the N word
Brothers make slang for N word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for N word slang
And lease be the blame for N word, nigga
What′s up, my nigga?
I'm bout to nut, my nigga
′Bout to but the gat to ya gut my nigga
What's up I′m bout splash me a nigga
'Bout mash me a trigga
I′m 'bout to blast me a nigga
You shouldn't have played with my cock my nigga
It smells like gun smoke my nigga
You ′bout to bleed to ya death, my nigga
Take ya last breath, my nigga
What you think this, my nigga
I will slide in ya crib
And put six in ya wig, my nigga
That′s how we play, my nigga
With A.A.K. hide in ya driveway, my nigga
You can run but you cant get away, my nigga
I'm go let the click spray, my nigga
From the shy to the M.I.A. my nigga
Slip N slide niggas don′t play, my nigga
I spit game wit' the N word
Brothers make slang for N word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for N word slang
And lease be the blame for N word, nigga



Writer(s): Maurice Young


Trick Daddy - Thugs Are Us
Album Thugs Are Us
date of release
20-03-2001




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