Artist: Trick Daddy f Infa Red (Unda Presha)

Album: Thug Holiday

Song: All I Need



[Trick Daddy]

People gots to have....money

Haha (gangsta)

Just like that (Just like that)

Haha, my recipe for murda (murda)

Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown)

Couple DT's (Couple DT's)

Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas....



[Infa Red]

See I was raised in the slums

But niggas tote guns distribute and run

Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb

Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come

Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun

Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about

Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house

Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out

That's how it is when you exposed in the south

See



[Hook x2]

All I need is big guns on the side of me

Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed

Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me

How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)



[Trick Daddy]

The reenactment of my first murda

With no remorse and no feelin's

Hell, cuz I ain't even know this nigga

The shit was deep I couldn't just let it go

While I was shootin' bout my money

Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch

I bust his ass like the last muthafucka

Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up

You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'

Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully

You muthafuckas went in bad choppas

I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him

I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya

I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him-acapo