Shut Up (feat. Duece Poppito of 24 Karatz, Trina, & Co of Tre +)

Trick Daddy:
 We gon' let the band deal wit' this
 Ha ha, uh
 MIA Style, ha
 Old School
 Uh huh
 Okay, Shut Up
 Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)
 Ah ha, Okay
 What's Up, Shut Up
 Trick Daddy:
 Ridin' 'round in my brand new, '99, 4 do', Volvo
 I got a pocket full of B's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
 But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' though
 (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?) Hell nah ho you know they Polo
 I been used again, choosed again
 This time been wrong to chop somethin' dumped by one of my union friends
 Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin' season was in
 Hell cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason being
 But I'm the man for this
 While y'all was doin' fine I was doin' time just, prayin' for this
 Locked up, make a plan for this
 Without all that fancy shit
 Way too advanced for this
 Just Polo socks, tanks tops and drawers up under my pants and shit
 Shut Up
 Chorus: Trick Daddy (8x)
 Trina:
 Okay who's the baddest bitch
 I been real, been rich, bee don' had this shit
 Big Benz, big house and shit
 That's right, okay I been down with Trick
 Okay it make sense to me
 Cause if your money ain't right you speakin it French to me
 Miss Trina don't play wit' me
 Or you can say Miss Big, it's okay wit' me
 You need a grand just to speak to me
 Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep wit' me
 Okay, you better be fo' sho'
 Cause I don' left niggaz like you stuck befo'
 Okay, you can ball wit' me
 Okay, since you got a hot knot spend it all wit' me
 Okay, y'all know what's up
 Okay, uh huh, I ride, Shut Up
 Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)
 Co:
 This goes out to my nigga Rolls
 And them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's
 Up
 Co got a verse in the Book of Thugs
 So when I come through bitch show me love
 Everbody that flow, then raise it up
 You got that funk, then blaze it up
 I got 2 mo' of them phat hoes, late night and I ready to bust
 Are you okay
 Look like you got alot to say
 Okay, come wit' it
 Niggaz keep hidin' your ho, what you do that fo'
 Me and Money Mark bee don' hit it, been don' split it
 Okay playboy, fuck you say boy
 Don't even much bring your ho 'round C
 Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin' wit' me
 Shut Up
 Chorus: Trick Daddy (8x)
 Duece Poppito:
 Lay down, playboy what's up
 What about the slugs in your head and your gut
 What's up with the keys to your truck
 Your niggaz ain't got B's in the cut
 What's up with the safe, what's the combo
 Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo
 Say Shin, what's up wit' ya hatian
 Party out, birds at the safehouse, waitin'
 What's up why you struted D
 I ain't 'bout shit but a quarter ki
 Nigga ya better not be playin' me
 You gon' bleed to death, you understand me
 What's up you ready to go
 You ready to tongue kiss with the new 4-4
 What's up fuck nigga say somethin'
 Set your crime, ready to spray somethin'
 Gun play, how I got the stripes
 2-4-K turned out the lights
 Gun play, how I got the stripes
 2-4-K turned out the lights
 Chorus: Trick Daddy (8x)