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Big Tymers F/ TQ, Trick Daddy Da Man Here are the song lyrics for Da Man by Big Tymers F/ TQ, Trick Daddy. For more excellent Big Tymers F/ TQ, Trick Daddy lyrics, run a search! [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? [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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
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