I Got Candy - Tru

Cream up and turn it into candy

Mo B. Dick: Oh!

Chorus I: I got candy!

Mo B. Dick: I can serve you on the block

Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiends

I got candy!

Mo B. Dick: I wanna know

If you feel it, too, just like I do

I hit the block non stop, rocks in my sock

Pause for a second when I see the cops

Rocks or candy, whatever you wanna call it

But when I get you hooked, it’s like a muthafuckin alcoholic

I stay posted around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster

Candy I have move em fast like a roller coaster

Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack

9 times outta 10, he’ll tell his friends and they’ll be right back

Whole bunch a niggas, and just one fiend

They come to me for less cut, cause I boast bigger cream

And them fiends come back cause they understand me

I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy

Chorus II: He’s got candy!

Yo eyes roll in your head

Mo B. Dick: You toss and turn in yo bed

Cause I only sell the best to you

Mo B. Dick: Indeed I do!

Simply put I’m the reason why

Silkk: Why?

Everyday you get high

Mo B. Dick: Real high!

And you know I got that crack for you

Mo B. Dick: Indeed I do!

Just for you

I’m sittin' on the post, choppin' game with this bitch

I see ya later ho, I got’s money to get

Cause as long as a fiend with dream, I got cream

Money moves everything around me, kn’what I mean?

Cause another day another dolla, I’m sittin' on a drop Impala

On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow

My money makes stacks and real deals

I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can’t chill, I got’s to pay bills

And these niggas can’t stand me

Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy

Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin' tricks

$ 3 what they gon come with, $ 3 what they gon get

I hold the block like a 7−11(7−11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)

Cut the shit up like machette, chop the shit up like grass

Cause I’m a stay hustlin till they fuckin' can me bitch

Because it’s Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, I got

Candy

Chorus I

Uuuugggghhhh!

I smoke weed cause I’m a drug dealer

I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla

7 grams for $ 2.50

Got niggas in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me

I keep a stash for the drought

But the shit I sling daily in plastic out my mouth

My homies use code names

Like L.D., Big Champ, Slim, T Dove, and Big Mann

I take penitentiary chances to make a livin'

Every 1st of the month, is like Thanksgiving

Fiends hug me like they miss me

Hoes see me rollin' in my car, and wanna be with me

I get my candy from California by the keys

Ship it in boats and trains back to New Orleans

And open up shop like Mr. Rogers

But sell mo hits than the Dodgers

And fiends holla «ugh!»

cause it’s all good

From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood

And when you sellin' candy trust nobody

Cause niggas even snitched on John Gotti

Niggas stay TRU to the g-zame

Never front on muthafuckin' candy in the dope game

And never go to the fedz on ya folks

Cause punks get fucked with the soap

Chorus III:

Mo B. Dick: I got that real good cocaine (cocaine) each and every day

A real TRU soldier, on these streets I gotta get my pay

My game so tight, So good, so good, yeah!

Mo B. Dick: Cocaine, heroin, that fire ass weed

Valiums and boulders, just tell me what you need baby.

Oh!

Sweet like candy, candy!