เนื้อเพลง F*ckin' Around - Trick Daddy

[Chorus]
Yall n*ggas keep f*ckin around
F*ckin' Around, f*ck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, yall n*ggas better stop f*ckin wit me

[Young Jeezy]
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that n*gga down in the dirt
The first n*gga quick to get it first
Call the paramedics cuz the police be stealing from the herse
I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat n*ggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that b*tch on the third
N*gga done caught wit a slurr
Cant see sh*t but a blurr
Crank up that Chevey let her purr
We all from the curve
B*tch n*ggas runnin up nerve
I aint gone let u die
And I (?) Tag a man
Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan
B*tch I'm a mutha f*ckin jacka man
And Understand when the mutha f*ckin crack is stayin

[Trick Daddy]
Yall mutha f*ckers better run cuz we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every n*gga who aint feelin' this rhyme
And ain't feelin' this vibe
To many n*ggas goose neckin my ride
But okay my A.K fully
Yall n*ggas watch how u step to me
And yall young n*ggas back the f*ck up
And don't make me act the f*ck up
Cuz it al' be another war
I'll kill every mutha f*cker that yall know
Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law
Yo' daddy 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 n*gga what made u disrespect a n*gga
What u thought I was a buster, s*cker, a rapper, or actor
N*gga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day f*ck n*gga I'm gone catch ya

[Chorus 2x]

[Kase 1]
Been got my B's got my cheese
F*ck n*gga u dont play wit a G'
Cock back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees
My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch
My Ol' girl didnt raise no b*tch
U outta line I'll kill u b*tch
Not put that sh*t on my chick
Man I pull bout 26 b*tches
Gotta perk sh*t 26 inches
On the concrete n*gga
Gotta lace on the concrete n*gga
At least when I rap a lot
Break down hoes in the trap a lot
F*ck n*gga I got crypt for days
Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade
305 to the 404, G' sh*t we'll take ya hoe
Look dawg we'll take ya bricks
Then u gone cop some candy sh*t
F*ck n*gga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from (?)
Came here to s*ck a d*ck ATL Dade county and Trick

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Aye,aye yall s*ck ass n*ggas keep playin wit me
F*ck around see me wit a A.K on the streets
Start bussin makin mutha f*ckers lay in the streets
All cuz of what a n*gga say on the beat
Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least
From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key
Instead of all that attention u were payin to me
U should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin
But I know most n*ggas aint built like that
Just know old n*ggas get killed like that
U dont wanna f*ck around wit Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that
N*ggas wanna talk sh*t and cock duce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin
So u can run high and tell lies if u want to
But when i f*ck around and run up on u what u gone do

[Chorus]