[Trick Daddy]   I just hope y'all niggas know   That when it's time that you niggas gotta be ready for war   You niggas gotta be prepared   You niggas gotta know that I'm serious about this shit   I'mma run 'em down, nigga      I've done been used, abused, and accused of things that ain't true   And been told some shit about some things that ain't even new   But what I done heard is true, I know y'all done heard it too   Been saying shit like Trick run hit from a bird or two   And y'all claiming that I'm the man   I got these banging ass bitches standing around with their hands out   Word is on the streets is that a nigga like me   Done went from jack boy from dope boy in less than a week   See I got more snitches and bitches than my clique ever saw   And I hang with crooked ass judges, lawyers, cops, and robbers   I wish I had a block of that shit   I give my block to my chick   And set up shop in this bitch   I wish I meant a country bitch from a hick town and I   Send her to get a table and break a whole half of brick down   Y'all niggas know it cost money to go to war   And I know a couple niggas with a couple of millions to blow, it's on      1 - [Jim Crow]   It's on, just stay calm   We ain't bullshittin' nigga we droppin' bombs   Uhh it's like that   Ain't done right the first time we coming back   It's on, just stay calm   We ain't bullshittin' nigga we droppin' bombs   Uhh it's like that   Ain't done right the first time we coming back      [Jim Crow]   Ha, Cha Cha   We got the hoes in a headlock now Cha   A new millennium baby   Make 'em bounce, make 'em bounce      [Cha Cha]   Where can I start cause baby girl ain't go no ghetto tales   I'd rather tell how good the leather smell in the SL   That was eleventh and twelfth   Been ahead of myself   So these broads been trying to ride before accepted this wealth   Wasn't born with silver spoons   Seen plenty of silver moons   Sat in mid June on the beaches of Cancun   And that was just family trips   Ride in grip family whips   Now it's my own candy six, nigga you ain't hand me this   So what you beefin' this?   Believe me this   I'll have you on your knees for this   Just pleading the fifth   You acting real displeased with this, fatigued a bit?   You're messing with this seasoned chick   That'll leave ya sick   Take it all, y'all won't be needing   Call her six, no let mommy hold the keys to this   Don't even trip you know we like two peas in this   Breathe evilness,   And we won't split until we even this   Deceitfulness, where it's at, yeah      Repeat 1      [Juvenile]   I just come up with money from busting heads   And niggas I fuck with just got out of the feds   My paper done got scraped   So naw cool relax   Yo Juve what you doing?   Look I'm just chilling to the max   My niggas already left me and they ain't coming back   I look like a drug dealer   They think I'm selling crack   If the motherfuckin' money ain't right   I ain't handling it   Nigga I don't wanna talk to you so stop mouthing   Can't you see that Juve 'bout his business boy?   Or do I have to put holes in your kidneys boy?   Straight up knock the bitch out   We'll pick the bitch up   Then get rough and duck, cut them, Cha is loose in the cut   Look that wouldn't happen to you if you'd mind her   And y'all been hustling, warning this is my turn   Fuck the press, fuck a tv, fuck a cd   When you got money come and see me      Repeat 1 (2x)