Whoop That Trick Lyrics - Singles - Terrance Howard

[Chorus 16x] 

Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) 

I'ma make these suckas recognize, I aint playing ho 

If you violate, off the top, trick you gotta go 

I,ve done held in,a lot of shit, 

And I'm bout 2 flip 

Now I think it's time 2 show you bitches who you fuckin with 

D-JAY, that's the name, 

And I came to bring the pain 

ana on my chest, got me busting at you lemon lames 

Ya aint know? You fuckin with a street nigga 

From the gutta, pimp tight / (slash) drug dealer 

Born and raised in the M-Memphis, Tennessee 

Before it's said and done you bitches gon' remember me 

This only the beginning, I got a lot to say 

It's been along time, and you got hell 2 pay 

Aint no love ho, just bring it 2 the door 

i borrow none, let my nuts hang 2 the floor 

So if you want some, this is yo death wish 

Betta come correct, because I came 2 break you off trick 

[Chorus 16x] 

Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) 

[Verse 2] 

You think I wont, beat that trick, whoop that trick, 

Got me acting buck and shit 

Hoes telling me 2 calm down, but I'm like fuck that shit 

I'm all ready, on that Hypnotiq, and that gray goose 

couple shots of hen, that just gave me another boost 

I'm feelin electrified, you can see it in my eyes 

shirt soaking wet, looking like I just got baptized 

Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor sto' 

but crunk like some sanctified folks catching the Holy Ghost 

I don't think you understand 

This one here just might get banned 

Settin off a riot like we livin in Afghanistan 

But this the durty, durty, and that's the way it goes 

Security be the main ones actin like some hos 

But you done fucked up, you betta call the law 

I'ma break this MOET bottle cross your fuckin jaw 

And that's for anyone who's ever disrespecting me 

Watch your back boy, cause you bout 2 get your ass beat 

[Chorus 16x] 

Whoop That Trick (Get 'em) 

[Verse 3] 

I came 2 bust a nigga's head 

Leave him bloody red 

Fighting 4 his life as they rush him 2 the meds 

This is what happens when you get caught up in the mix 

All that jaw jackin got your ass in a buncha shit 

This that Memphis drama boy, you know we came to get buck 

I thought you came deep, nigga where's you back up? 

Your clique, they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches 

That bottle across your head got you leaking, loosing focus 

See this is what we mean when we shut down the club 

Niggaz started gangsta walkin, so we tear the bitch up 

We some shittin hood niggaz from the ghetto and the projects 

Left the police, cause we know we the suspects 

Make you wonder what's next 

Bitch guard your grill If they play this in the club, you'll get your 

ass beat 4 real 

My advice would be 2 chill 

M-town niggas sick, get caught without a warning and get your 

ass whooped quick bitch 

[Chorus 16x] 

Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)