My Name Is Trick Trick

Trick-Trick

The People Vs

My Name Is Trick Trick

[Conversation:]

What's up man?

What's up kid, what's goin on?

What's the deal? Been hearin a lot of **** about you lately, man

Yeah, man, I heard they said you whooped [Trick Daddy] and sayin that you broke your arm

And ************* is sayin, uh, you still ******* wit that work

Seeing that my name happens to be the topic of discussion

In everybody's conversation, all across the nation

I'm gon' hit it, cause people gotta lie just to kick it

It's a program plan so get wit it

Now listen to me, I started bangin' when I turned thirteen

Affiliation with felons had me linked to a team

Seven Mile BK rep the set

Click, Boom, GBK from east to west

Back then we wasn't friends wit a na' 'notha crew

Gang fights after school had me labeled as a fool

Run yo shoes, run yo jewels. Sheepskins, top tens. Check 'em in

Blocks and ink pens was the weapon, till I got a three-fifty-seven

When Dougie Fresh had just dropped All The Way to Heaven

Tough chains, I got from everybody else

I present to you, Myself

My name is Trick-Trick

I'm from the ghetto

I ****'s wit Hip Hop, R&B

Not Heavy Metal

I'm still a gangsta

So please believe it

I got that choppa'

Bring the drama you will see it

(bi-atch!)

Wasn't no way to taim us, we love beef

The OG's that trained us, they loved streets

It's hard to lie for that

If I believed it in my heart, it's hard to die for that

If the homie get killed, it's hard to ride for that. (what?)

It's hard to ride for that. Ride for that

I'm on yo head ******

Still the fact of the matter remains, I can't change

I'm addicted to this game

So when these fag-ass rap ****** split the track

And can't do none of the **** that they spit on wax

Bump into me, then mug like it's something to see

Anybody can get they ass whooped ****** wit me

So close your mouth and stop spreading the **** you heard

I'm at the point where I can clip a *********** with words

Move that work, top charts, and gang to fame

Everybody in the streets know, that..

My name is Trick-Trick

I'm from the ghetto

I ****'s wit Hip Hop, R&B

Not Heavy Metal

I'm still a gangsta

So please believe it

I got that choppa'

Bring the drama you will see it

(Ohh ****, there he go again.)

I been in the pen, copped out, probated and did it again

I paroled the homie own, It's time to shine

But kept getting arrested for violent crimes

That's right. Believe the witness, it's all my fault

My guess is, beat the witness, till he can't talk

I was taught, gone and do, what you gotta do

To make sure they don't tell on you. Oooh

But people still say what they heard anyway

I get birds everyday, I got indited back in May

Trick Daddy broke my arm?

Come on, you saw the tape, ain't no body breaking **** this way

And further more, all these rap ****** that I had to run in to

Got they ass whooped cause they had it comin to 'em

I don't whoop na' ***** for nothin

You got stomped then you had to do something. Bi-atch!

My name is Trick-Trick

I'm from the ghetto

I ****'s wit Hip Hop, R&B

Not Heavy Metal

I'm still a gangsta

So please believe it

I got that choppa'

Bring that drama you will see it

My name is Trick-Trick

I'm from the ghetto

I ****'s wit Hip Hop, R&B

Not Heavy Metal

I'm still a gangsta

So please believe it

I got that choppa'

Bring that drama you will see it

(Bi-atch)

Didn't I ************ tell ya? Didn't I ************ tell ya?

I told you gotdamnit

Shiit, gotdamn... [laughter]