Gotta Let You Have It

[Chorus: Buddy Roe]

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]

I just might have to toss this nine

Across your mind

Across that line

I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine

Puttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mine

And openin' fire

And I ain't swearing no niggas

Give the deed up until four niggas

Ain't sympathizing with you hoe niggas

I'm just realizing what this thug shit for nigga

You in the middle of a war nigga

Now I gotta let you have it

The whole clip

Fucking up the whole trip

Now you fucking with the boogie man

This shit deeper than Nino Brown

And I ain't see no clown

Nigga nigga nigga

[Chorus: Buddy Roe]

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]

I got some niggas that'll bump with you

Play with your kids and eat lunch with you

Then fuck around and kill your ass

I close shop

With 2 shots from a far away Glock

Then leave you dead to rot

In a empty lot

And this thug shit simply not

To be taken light

Well y'all fake less I'm taken life

Then I'm taking off

To the old hood

To check on a old girl

To make sure it's still all good

Then it's back to the streets

To finish this beef

Looking for them same niggas that's looking for me

And about three blocks

From where they set up shop

Sell weed and lay some rocks

They got these old cops

Working they're spots

And young niggas on the roof with red dots

When me and my clique scrap and we scared not

[Chorus: Buddy Roe]

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic

[Verse 3: Buddy Roe]

I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things

Time served

Only out a few months, associated with birds

They want to pop it, I got bad nerves

Peep

Mini-14 on the front seat

You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it

His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it

So fuck I care about the shorty

Cause nigga you been known

Skip town

With my pound

With my dudes 'round

Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that

You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask

My cuban friend

Want his ends

Instead of you flipping them divedends

Making millions

Popping then

Silly rabbit

You done started static

Now I gotta let you have it

Rapping fire from my automatic

You left me stuck

And so you outta luck

Cause you done fucked my credit up

ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST

Nigga what

[Chorus: Buddy Roe]

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic

Now I gotta let you have it

Rappin' fire from my automatic