(Trick Talking) Turn It up, I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Page County You know what I'm Everybody doin songs talking about they gat and they jewelry and cars, i to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real
(Trick Daddy) And there damn sure no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to dinner ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my out stealin trying to make a living and if I for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 all we had was each and i did 'cause I love'm I never seen a flying so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust him I aint here, and I da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't them right they'll grow up and cha
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(Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police me and I cam see it in faces yeah they wanna give nigga and they see me in jail hell they can't wait to me, wanna hog tie me and my bar, take me off Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the to the words of this song, what about the of Rodney King "Can we all get along?", huh cause niggas just I nervus back, matter fact sent them ova there them terorist, and they aint coming back till Bin and all fighters are found dead shoot up in the of Airkida
(Trick Daddy) Mr. President tell me why my people bad some blacks wit no dads bad shooting bad and fo sho a limo got a wardrobe I'm stuck dis niggas clothes hell I go to and dem teachers straight dog me I try to learn but my just wont, I'm not dumb but mad and sad which I be, you framing me, I'm forced to live wit out a job or work at D's or i robe circut city and get 5 or 3, slanga kane its no but I'm scared to of tab, and if you think im gonna than you can kiss my ass