Trick Daddy ft Twista And Lil Jon Let's Go (Explicit) Lyrics

Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh) (Yeah) Yeah)
Theres a lotta f___ n____s in the club tonight,
(f___ em, f___ em, f___ em)
but its gonna be aiite, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cuz me and my clique we dont give a f___ n____. (we dont giv a f___ n____)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon

Hook:
Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
I'm bout to f___ a n____ up, (What) Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
I'm bout to f___ a n____ up, (What) Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Trick Daddy:
If you want some, come get some,
cuz where I'm from we tote big guns, (Yeah)
And everybody know somebody that know somebody that know somethin bout it, (Yeah)
And I want answers now who, what, where, when and why,
see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool and all get all loud but that aint my style, (What)
and he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, (what he gonna do)
run up on me if he want to,
Out there impressin his homies,
but he stood up in front of his mama,
I mop up the flo wit em,
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em,
I got fools that'll go get em,
This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em.

Twista:
gotta spit for the murderas and the killas and the thugstas,
that be f___in up the ballas and the dealas and the hustlas,
got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. while they b__pin lil jon I'm a brush ya,
Its the psycho n____ twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami n____ that'll crush ya,
We already been lookin for drama if a n____ try to get into wit us then we gotta get em,
Feelin fury from my torture that could never be cured wit no penecillin, I'm tellin you Trick I'm finna steal em!
Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles, in the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla,
Don't get it twisted with that overnight celebrity you better be scared of me in my city I'm a killa.

Trick Daddy:
I ain't that rappin type arright, (Yeah)
and I ain't that actin type arright, (Yeah)
Bein soft ain't in my script,
I'm a player, and you, you just a square,
see, once that hennessy into me the whole industry is my enemy,
If you aint no kin to me or friend to me,
b____ don't pretend to be, (What)
I'm strictly for the thugs,
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood, (straight out my hood)
That moments ghetto (ghetto),
Got me deep in gats for you boogie cats, (boogie cats)
I'm straight out the county of Dade, (county of Dade)
tre-oh-five n____ M-I-A, (M-I-A!)
never gone south of the border,
americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered.

Trick Daddy:
The AK gon' chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK gon' fu, fu, fu, fu
The AK gon' chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK gon' fu, fu, fu, fu