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Fiend - Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin' lyrics
[ Master P]
 Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeper
 when ya'll ready for that nigga, I got.
 Huh nigga what? (You be coughing this shit up)
 I'm just a nigga in the dope game
 Tryin' to move cocaine
 Herion and Weed
 And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs
(Chorus)
 Tell......Me
 Huh nigga what?
 I'm just a nigga in the dope game
 Tryin' to move cocaine
 Herion and weed
 And a young nigga tryin' to have thangs
[Fiend]
 Who was the first of the brothers
 who said no bottle, because a
 They crossed a bird
 Had to get his hustle on with rocks and herbs
 From the curb, I observe
 Making tunes, I would be getting Benz and Jewels
 You niggas give me room
 Before I bring a lots of doom
 I be soon to wearing time
 17 and getting heavy
 Seven fingers like off to find the relly
 Oh my felly, my belly
 Full of fast food
 'cause I know that cash rules my life
 To like as twice as the nights
 I'm living, Try my life
 Fully rusted, Is a chance to get a cop busted
 But I stick em' and break it off
 So the rest won't test me
 Luckily, Never sticking my business
 Til' these hoes, And I give my friends living tears
 Like my department store, C'mon
 (Uhhhhhh)
(Chorus- 2x)
[ Kane and Abel ]Fiend - Tryin' 2 Have Sumthin' - http://motolyrics.com/fiend/tryin-2-have-sumthin-lyrics.html
 Picture me and Fiend chopping up a half a key
 Twenty-Bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for me
 I'm bout to get into thuggin', muggin'
 Yeah this O.P. chuggin'
 You can find me in the hood
 Tryin' to slang something
 I serve a million Fiends
 For million dollar dreams
 B.B.S. stretch Lex, Bitch I'm bout my cream
 Thunder Weed and Sex
 More crack than cracker jack
 Silkk, 100-dollar, Tens
 Please tell my friend he be right back
 They say we hold it down
 Like we paralized from the neck down
 Slang from sun down to sun down
 Smoking A Pound
(Chorus-2x)
 (M.P.- Uhhh Nigga this a muthafuckin' 211
 don't make it into a 1-80-7 you heard)
[ Kane and Abel ]
 This a kidnapp, Don't make it a killing
 Put a game til' the game's over
 Soldier, Ready and willing, I be letting dissing
 To get paid with a gyps of AK's
 If you looking for revenge, Better dig two graves
 Playa, time to drop some game with the ballers
 20 A grams, OZ's, To A balls to quaves
 My hustle never stop, uh
 Block to Block, Like a nigga sittin' on three keys
 Till a rock to rock C'mon
(Chorus-4x)
[ Master P ]
 Kane and Abel, Fiend, Master P
 It ain't no limit nigga
 Clean your dirty money out to good money
 You heard, Tryin' to have a thang
 From the motherfucking streets to the world
 Real niggas take heat, Bout it, Bout it, Rowdy, Rowdy
 Uhhhhhh








