Big Tymers F- Tq Trick Daddy Da Man Lyrics

Da Man Lyrics

[Chorus: TQ]

 All I ever wanted to do was be da man

 Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

 But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go)

 

 All I ever wanted to do was be da man

 Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

 But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know)

 

 [Trick Daddy]

 A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up

 A ki of coke could get you rich

 but too much of this shit can get you stuck up

 That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit

 Case he flip the script, you know where he live at

 Plus, the game don' came a long way

 Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way

 See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys

 Cuz they got guns bigger than yours

 Plus ain't not more coppin out

 You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever

 Born the son of a straight killa

 Raised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homies

 So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd

 Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son

 Your Honor, answer this question and be honest

 If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?

 

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 [Baby]

 Ay ay, move on over (wooooo)

 I sit and took over

 2 clips, the AK holder

 Brick taped to my bitch

 Strapped on her shoulder

 Raw grams in the trunk of a jag

 Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash

 It's drought season daddy, we huntin for riches

 We fly like birds go divin for fishes

 A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna

 Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer

 But on my block, a old tymer got shot

 I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot

 I'm shittin on niggas, grandma got grams

 She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed

 I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand

 I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man

 

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 [Mannie Fresh]

 See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man

 I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man

 You in the game now you know what you don' done man?

 "Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man"

 A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream

 A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream

 Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from?

 Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb

 Take that, the comeback is incredible

 Get caught, then nigga it's federal

 By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names

 You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games

 You know the rules of this shit

 Fuck around and be one dead bitch

 It's money and the power

 Every second every hour

 From sco' to the flo'

 Bakin soda to the flour