Trick Daddy - Sugar Lyrics
[Trick Daddy]This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed)Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha)You know, all the niggaz I know that was told onYesterday's, killers, today's ***** niggaz huh?[Verse One]My lifestyle's quite complicatedI'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliatedI'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite feistyThat's why ***** niggaz and slap *****es never did like meBut Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive meIf I end up doin one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill meBut the devil leaves me only a few choicesI gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all niggaz don't hear meSee y'all got choppers that's splittin when these niggazgo to {?} sippin and set trippin like (***** NIGGAZ LISTEN!!)I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't *****in with a niggaSo why they *****in with a nigga huh?I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of lineget flipped out the lip, *****in 'round get killedSo let them niggaz know I'll never forget 'emThrough the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo[Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy]You never know, you never knowYou never know, you never never knowYou never know, you never know thatknow that.. (know that..)[Verse Two]And even though my, childhood was low budget, shitSome of the shit I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta haveif the niggaz wouldn'ta took itI wanted things my momma couldn't affordAnd that's crazy, cause as a little shortyit made me even want it moreBut now the police got the spot hotDoin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaineAnd some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worseis that them jerks lost they spine against my own teamI heard how bad them boys really want meBut most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homeyAfter all, I done exposed a few of they ratsAnd done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they backAnd all the shit that I can tell 'em, tell 'emTwo times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'emPlus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole lifeI know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause[Chorus][Verse Three](One murder comin right up)Who got beef for the Daddy DollarsAnd wearin wires around they collarsYo, y'all ***** niggaz I'll stop yaAnd I declare war on any ***** boyAnd tell his momma his son a whoreHim give dem crackers what dey lookin forSee the Boogie Man's got a backup planAnd I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up manI was just a law-abidin citizenAnd I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish itSee, and you can ***** around, and have a whole truckof young stupid muh'*****ers, 'cept that now they lookin for yaAnd all they need is a minute in the clearWhere all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chanceSo y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'emThe next ***** they catch, bet they ass sendin matchesYou never know, cause they never know, and they never willWhy? Cause real niggaz never tell, c'mon[Chorus]
