Trick Daddy - F**ckin' around lyrics

(Chorus) Yall n***as keep f**kin around F**kin' around, f**k round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta see, yall n***as better stop f**kin wit me (Young Jeezy) I hit the clown in the dirt Jump on the top wit a drop that n***a down in the dirt The first n***a quick to get it first Call the paramedics 'cause 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***as first And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb Slap that b**h on the third n***a done caught wit a slurr Can't see sh** but a blurr Crank up that Chevey let her purr We all from the curve b**h n***as runnin up nerve I ain't gone let u die And I (?) Tag a man Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan b**h I'm a mutha f**kin jacka man And Understand when the mutha f**kin crack is stayin (Trick Daddy) Yall mutha f**kers better run 'cause 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 k**ing every n***a who ain't feelin' this rhyme And ain't feelin' this vibe To many n***as goose neckin my ride But okay my A.K fully Yall n***as watch how u step to me And yall young n***as back the f**k up And don't make me act the f**k up 'cause it al' be another war I'll k** every mutha f**ker 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 k**er I just wanna know my n***a what made u disrespect a n***a What u thought I was a buster, s**er, a rapper, or actor n***a rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day f**k n***a I'm gone catch ya (Chorus 2x) (Kase 1) Been got my B's got my cheese F**k n***a u dont play wit a G' co*k back aim and squeeze Now ya a** on the ground wit the trees My ol' boy didn't raise no snitch My Ol' girl didn't raise no b**h U outta line I'll k** u b**h Not put that sh** on my chick Man I pull bout 26 b**hes Gotta perk sh** 26 inches On the concrete n***a Gotta lace on the concrete n***a At least when I rap a lot Break down hoes in the trap a lot F**k n***a I got crypt for days Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade 305 to the 404, G' sh** we'll take ya hoe Look dawg we'll take ya bricks Then u gone cop some candy sh** F**k n***a I hope it's worth it Spray ya a** like a job from (?) Came here to s** a dick ATL Dade county and Trick (Chorus) (T.I.) Aye,aye yall s** a** n***as keep playin wit me F**k around see me wit a A.K on the streets Start bussin makin mutha f**kers lay in the streets All 'cause of what a n***a 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***as ain't built like that Just know old n***as get k**ed like that U dont wanna f**k around wit Tip like that Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that n***as wanna talk sh** and co*k 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**k around and run up on u what u gone do (Chorus)