TRICK! TRICK! I ain't vain, but sister said my name—might as well say it loud, man. Trick! Trick! Been in the game through blood, sweat, and pain, but I still move the crowd, nigga. Trick, trick. I'm from the hood like you, now what the fuck y'all niggas wanna do now? Trick, trick

You wanna get em, G. S. ain't gon' let you hit em

Finna unleash the beast over a beat and a loud ass clap, middle finger to hip hop. Build it up, ready to stack. Twist it up, nigga, where the fuck you at? Fuck these amateur ass wannabes. With their jewelry, it's finna be a robbery. Ain't nobody stopping me. Go ahead and cop a plea. And we'll beat your bitch ass anyway. Take a shot at me. You can see what it feel likе to get killed. The AKs is clackеd up and so real. So make way, don't act. Just be still. Hopefully these ignorant motherfuckers won't even try to bomb on these hoe ass niggas. Fuck that! I'm sick and tired of these hoe ass niggas. He go both ways. Either way he... He's gay, ain't no other way to say

He's a fuckin' faggot, so I'm lettin' off my AK. Bust him in a four-hand, he ain't worth lettin' live. A man in a man shouldn't raise another man's kid. Gasoline, hopefully it's premium, pile em up, strike a match, let em burn, we needin' Em, let me spark another flame, pile up all the dyke bitches, Rosie O'Donnell, Ellen DeGeneres, they like bitches. Rub a semi-stud, missile through they fuckin' cruise ship, and you wonder whose this is, Drake. We'll be right back. I ain't tame, but she said my name. Might as well say it loud, nigga SICK! Been in the game through blood, sweat, and pain. But I still move the crowd when they drink. TAKE IT! I'm from the hood like you

That's the rule. Thanks for watching!

Y'all scary-ass punk bitches wanna do a nigga in. Wanna see me doin'? 10 to 20 in a fat pen, Maximum security, all day lockdown. That's supposed to scare me to put the Glock down. You can hide behind the mouse in your drawers in your mama's place. Get to tell a nigga how you feel face to face. Your opinion on the world wide web, in the form of a blog, you don't wanna see

I don't know about. Catch him at his desktop. Back here and blow him out. You over-opinionated, talentless computer geek. Scared to come up out the house, pretending to do the streets. If I get the day where I can catch one. One of you motherfuckers brains on the keyboard. Rap for you motherfuckers. Bad as the fags spreadin' on lil' kids. They had to do a page on tellin' us what you live. And you can bet your brains on everything that I'm sayin' Bitch, what's my motherfuckin' name? Trick, trick—

I'm from the hood, like you, now what the fuck y'all niggas wanna do now?

One. I'm out. Thank you. Thank you