Boy (New Final clean)

(Trick)

I tellin ya boy I got them boys

Dog I be tryin to tell em

Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe

You can't catch me boy

Don't upset me boy

Touch me my dog a wet 'cha boy

Never disrespect me boy

Dog you better check ya' boy

Cause I'll never thirty-eight 'cha I'll tech ya boy

Pray to God protect ya boy

Cause when it's on it's like Electra boy

I know you wanna go home but we ain't gone let 'cha boy

And if my money ain't right you better stretch it boy

Cause when it's bout that bread I'm sweat 'cha boy

You see I'm riding round in a lexus boy

Cause we rob a lot like a Texas boy

And if ya ain't Slip-N-Slide I'll wreck ya boy

Give me fifty feet stay out my section boy

Disrespecting hoes like we sexist boy

You know a nigga keep a Smith and Wesson boy

I don't mean no harm just protection boy

We can shoot it out like a Western boy

Chorus: repeat 2x

I suggest you don't be (f**king with me)

And if you don't wanna die (don't be f**king with me)

Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be f**king with me)

And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be f**king with me)

Verse 2: (Trick Daddy)

I went ahead and bought that Benzo boy

That bitch with 20-inch Lorenzo's boy

And the big crib is hittin boy

Bought me rollie with them bulletproof windows boy

Cause them jack boys you know that got the energy boy

F**k if I offend ya boy

Got a place I'll send ya' boy

And a clip I'll lend ya' boy

Tell the morgue that a real nigga send ya' boy

Cause I bend ya' boy

And I want every dime that ya' got boy

I need some D's on my drop boy

And two ki's in the spot boy

See the real niggas just want stop boy

Huh, we on top boy

Chorus:

I suggest you don't be (f**king with me)

And if you don't wanna die (don't be f**king with me)

Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be f**king with me)

And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be f**king with me)

Verse 3: The Lost Tribe

You can't f**k with the south boy

Watch'cha mouth boy

F**king with the tribe in this game a take ya' out boy

In 95 south find another route boy

It ain't hard for us to show you what we 'bout boy

Leave ya' dead with out a trace boy

I'm at 'cha funeral and I can't see ya' face boy

Ya brain is a terrible thing to waste boy

And ain't 'cha way to fast for ya' pace boy

It ain't no thang for me to catch another case boy

Stay in ya place boy

Cause I'll have ya' ass erased boy

Verse 4: The Lost Tribe

When this shit hit the fat you gone feel it boy

You wanna f**k around with Faith I'ma seal it boy

I put a hole in ya' can't nobody heal it boy

We got this shit locked can't nobody steal it boy

I'm tryin' to stash somethin' close to a million boy

Is ya' with me lost tribe (yeah I feel ya boy)

This shit serious boy

I know ya curious boy

You wanna know why we livin luxurious boy

You hearin righteous funk boogie on this track here boy

You better straighten up and learn how to act here boy

Ain't no smack here boy

You get jack here boy

And when we finish you'll never come back here boy

Chorus:

So I suggest you don't be (f**king with me)

And if you don't wanna die (don't be f**king with me)

Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be f**king with me)

And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be f**king with me)

Verse 5: JV & The Lost Tribe

Niggas' like us we off glass hope ya heard me boy

My dogs deal dirty early in the morning boy

Ain't no yawning boy

I gotta keep a eye on what we earning boy

Keep them things turning boy

Who you referring boy

I'll burn ya' boy

Mind ya' business cause this here don't concern ya' boy

I'm trying to warn ya' boy

I'll toy turn ya' boy

Ya betta move the way Slip-N-Slide tell ya boy

Ya betta have me fo I Big Worm ya boy

I'll put some fire to that ass that'll learn ya boy

So I suggest you don't let me get 'cha boy

Guarantee a right cross gone split 'cha boy

Is this ya' boy

Then ya better come and get 'cha boy

Go to the morgue and enlist ya' boy

And if ya' violate my turf I'm gone get with 'cha boy

Man, ain't nobody gone miss ya boy

Last thing you wanna do is go and piss me boy

Get the picture boy

F**k ho's get richer boy

Keep one eye open for the snitcher's boy

That bullet proof vest want protect ya' boy

I got a chopper in the trunk that a wet 'cha boy

You better pray and hope God don't forget 'cha boy

(..)

F**king with me {until fade}

- Trick Daddy comes in after 4th f**king with me to say:

Don't f**k around and let 'em get 'cha boy

Cause if you do I'm going all out with 'cha boy {until fade}