Gotta Let You Have It Lyrics by Trick Daddy

Gotta Let You Have It Lyrics

    [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 bitch mouth by mine
    And openin' fire
    And I ain't swearing no niggas
    Give the deed up until four niggas
    Ain't sympathizing with you hoe niggas
    I'm just realizing what this thug shit for nigga
    You in the middle of a war nigga
    Now I gotta let you have it
    The whole clip
    Fucking up the whole trip
    Now you fucking with the boogie man
    This shit deeper than Nino Brown
    And I ain't see no clown
    Nigga nigga nigga

    [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 niggas that'll bump with you
    Play with your kids and eat lunch with you
    Then fuck 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 shit 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 niggas 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 niggas 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, nigga play with it
    His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it
    So fuck I care about the shorty
    Cause nigga you been known
    Skip town
    With my pound
    With my dudes 'round
    Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that
    You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking 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 fucked my credit up
    ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
    Nigga 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

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