เนื้อเพลง Gotta Let You Have It - Trick Daddy

[Buddy Roe]
Now I Gotta Let You Have It
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Trick Daddy]
I just might have to toss this nine
Across your mind
Across that line
I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine
Puttin' this fire up in this old b*tch mouth by mine
And openin' fire
And I ain't swearing no n*ggas
Give the deed up until four n*ggas
Ain't sympathizing with you hoe n*ggas
I'm just realizing what this thug sh*t for n*gga
You in the middle of a war n*gga
Now I gotta let you have it
The whole clip
F*cking up the whole trip
Now you f*cking with the boogie man
This sh*t deeper than Nino Brown
And I ain't see no clown
N*gga n*gga n*gga

[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Trick Daddy]
I got some n*ggas that'll bump with you
Play with your kids and eat lunch with you
Then f*ck around and kill your ass
I close shop
With 2 shots from a far away glock
Then leave you dead to rot
In a empty lot
And this thug sh*t simply not
To be taken light
Well y'all fake less I'm taken life
Then I'm taking off
To the old hood
To check on a old girl
To make sure it's still all good
Then it's back to the streets
To finish this beef
Looking for them same n*ggas that's looking for me
And about three blocks
>From where they set up shop
Sell weed and lay some rocks
They got these old cops
Working they're spots
And young n*ggas on the roof with red dots
When me and my clique scrap and we scared not

[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Buddy Roe]
I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things
Time served
Only out a few months, associated with birds
They want to pop it, I got bad nerves
Peep
Mini-14 on the front seat
You want to be there for your kids, n*gga play with it
His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it
So f*ck I care about the shorty
Cause n*gga you been known
Skip town
With my pound
With my dudes 'round
Now n*gga how you playin', I done counted that
You wanted work, all you had to do is f*cking ask
My cuban friend
Want his ends
Instead of you flipping them divedends
Making millions
Popping then
Silly rabbit
You done started static
Now I gotta let you have it
Rapping fire from my automatic
You left me stuck
And so you outta luck
Cause you done f*cked my credit up
ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
N*gga what

[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic