Текст (слова) песни: Trick Daddy f Infa Red (Unda Presha) - All I Need

 
[Trick Daddy] 
People gots to have....money 
Haha (gangsta) 
Just like that (Just like that) 
Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) 
Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown) 
Couple DT`s (Couple DT`s) 
Fo` or five of them big things they call shoppas.... 
 
[Infa Red] 
See I was raised in the slums 
But niggas tote guns distribute and run 
Watch out on the one and one servin` the bomb 
Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come 
Leavin` they family in danger just to play in the sun 
Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin` about 
Like droppin` drugs up out of town and keepin` dope in the house 
Ain`t give my life to that `cause it`s over and out 
That`s how it is when you exposed in the south 
See 
 
[Hook x2] 
All I need is big guns on the side of me 
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed 
Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me 
How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) 
 
[Trick Daddy] 
The reenactment of my first murda 
With no remorse and no feelin`s 
Hell, cuz I ain`t even know this nigga 
The shit was deep I couldn`t just let it go 
While I was shootin` bout my money 
Fruitin` bout my dough, bitch 
I bust his ass like the last muthafucka 
Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up 
You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin` thumpin` 
Bullet after bullet pumpin` fully after fully 
You muthafuckas went in bad choppas 
I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him 
I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya 
I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him 
I`m from the era of the goodfellas, you know 
Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly 
I growed up on the turf watchin` Murph and them 
Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin` them 
I take this shit back to thirties and vogue 
Let`s see that`s way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves 
That`s in the days when the ave was jumpin` 
Ev`ry nigga was gettin` money, every corner was pumpin` and jumpin` 
Huh, but now we in the new era 
A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas 
Money, money, money... 
E`ery time, goddammit I`ll say it e`ery time 
Betta call us murderers 
 
[Hook x2] 
All I need is big guns on the side of me 
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed 
Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me 
How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) 
 
[Trick Daddy] 
The boy think he gettin` payed, jumpin` out 
Squeezin` AK`s, on the ground they lay 
That`s how we do this shit in Dade 
Killer bee`s, snappin` pictures plottin` killin` me 
Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn`t be 
Gotta straighten this shit, got SK`s with extra clips 
Holla "killer head", and make them bitches flip the script 
Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right 
Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight 
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang 
Went "bang, bang" till their muh`fuckin` brains hang 
I live for this, so damn right I kill for this 
And when I get that feelin`, ain`t gon` be no hit or miss 
 
[Hook x2] 
All I need is big guns on the side of me 
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed 
Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me 
How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
 

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