Trick Daddy - All I Need (feat. Infa Red) lyrics

(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 n***as tote guns distribute and run Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb n***as talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun n***a, we did what you done and what you talkin' about Like droppin' d** 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 b**hes that'll die for me How many n***as down to ride with me (Hey, hey) (Trick Daddy) The reenactment of my first murda With no remorse and no feelin's Hell, 'cause I ain't even know this n***a The sh** was deep I couldn't just let it go While I was shootin' bout my money Fruitin' bout my dough, b**h I bust his a** like the last muthaf**ka Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up You shoulda seen the muthaf**ka jumpin' thumpin' Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully You muthaf**kas went in bad choppas I still got em, that n***a begged for his life but I still shot him I let him know b**h, 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 n***a 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 n***a was hurtin' them I take this sh** back to thirties and vogue Let's see that's way before them Bama-a** hammers and loaves That's in the days when the ave was jumpin' Ev'ry n***a 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 k**as 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 b**hes that'll die for me How many n***as 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 sh** in Dade k**er bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' k**in' me Them k**ed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be Gotta straighten this sh**, got SK's with extra clips Holla "k**er head", and make them b**hes flip the script Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right Them feel my eyes, these b**hes down to die tonight Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang Went "bang, bang" till their muh'f**kin' brains hang I live for this, so damn right I k** 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 b**hes that'll die for me How many n***as down to ride with me (Hey, hey)