Artist: Trick Daddy f/ Lil Jon, Twista Album: Thug Matrimony: Married to the Game Song: Let's Go Typed by: pureplayaz268@yahoo.com, compbuttons@hotmail.com [Lil Jon] Yeah (yeaaaahhhh!) There's a lot of fuck niggaz in the club tonight (fuck 'em fuck 'em fuck 'em) But its gonna be aight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cause me and my click we don't give a fuck nigga Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook: Lil Jon] Let's Gooooo! (Let's gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know) I'm bout to fuck a nigga up Let's gooooo (Let's gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know) I'm bout to fuck a nigga up Let's gooooo (Let's gooooo!) [Verse 1: Trick Daddy] If you want some, come get some Cause where I'm from we tote big guns And everybody know somebody that Know somebody that know somethin' bout it And I want answers now Who, what, where, when and why See, a lot of dudes like to act a fool And all get all loud but that ain't my style Now, he who he gonna get and 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 momma I mop up the flo' with him And I kick in the door and let the fo-fo get him I got fools that'll go get him This for him, his crew and the dudes that run with him [Hook] [Verse 2: Twista] Gotta spit it for the murderers and the killers and the thugsters That be fuckin' up the ballers and the dealers and the hustlers Got me comin' at you bogus in the V.I. While they bumpin' Lil Jon, I'ma brush ya It's the psycho nigga Twista from Chicago Rollin' with the Miami nigga, that'll crush ya We already been lookin' for drama If a nigga try to get into with us then we gotta get him Feelin' fury from my tough shit that cant never be true and no penicillin I'm telling you Trick I'm fit to steal him Got me swingin' Crissy and Hennessey bottles in the club In the club with my thug homies goin' for ya scrilla Don't get it twisted with that "Overnight Celebrity" You better be scared Of me, in my city I'm a killer [Hook] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy] I ain't that rappin' type arright And I that actin' type arright That soft ain't in my script I'm a playa, you, you just a square See, once that Hennessy into me The whole industry is my enemy (My enemy) If you ain't no kin to me or friend to me Bitch, don't pretend to be Yeah, I'm strictly for the thugs I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood Got moments ghetto (Ghetto) And I don't even needs the gats for you weasly cats I'm straight out the county of Dade 3-0-5, nigga M-I-A Never gone south of the border America's most wanted, you gon' get slaughtered [Hook] - repeat 2X [Outro: Trick Daddy] The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire