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Trick Daddy
Until the day a nigg* D-I-E-
I'll be forever thuggin baby
Ever since I fking
These girls loved it baby
Still got the chron son
I used to be drug dealer
X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigg*
Around here we smoke a b*tch I still book 'em heavy
Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh)
d*mn me I sold my chevy
I love my ? , I talk to 'em everyday
I ride around 'em cool, I walk be 'em yesterday
I'm from the southwest, where drive chevys at
Come through with that bulls**t,
My don't gonna handle dat
I fk with no bustas, my game is straight must-a
So if you fkin with us
We'll hit you up with K Cutters
I feels no
But I pitch no hittas
The curve balls at they ass
They gonna watch 'em go get em
I'm now the coo guy up the street up the block from em'
I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em'
nigg* this is thug s**t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them I bets they love this
nigg* this is thug s**t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them I bets they love this
Chorus: repeat 2X
When my and girls
Go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and yall still with me
When my and girls
Go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride wit me
Tre-6
(Uh-ohh)
C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo
Pull out my d*ck and pi*s on hoes
In ya face while I spit these flows
Like you ain't know, nigg* we kick down doors to get that dough
Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough
And we gonna get mo'
For sho', you know dat cheddar make it betta
And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha
Like dun-a Dun-a
nigg* dem rags to riches
Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so b*tch don't go
Trick Daddy
So nigg* rolls, so every motha fka get down the floors
Get away from all your doors and windows
Cause a nigg* done passed wit' a .44
And im'a let it go, like --boom--
Betta break ya-self, I can't take myself
But killa, nigg*, won't have to make myself
And i'll come to ya wake myself
I won't send no dogs, no friends, no loot,
No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit
Just a note that say, he.. through
Now, now thanks to you,
Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost
We bout' that cash, we on that ass
So let them 9's off
Chorus
Trick Daddy
So muth*-fking sicka, stupid hoes and fk
Snitches and girls, yo hold on I'm gon' kill 'em -(CHECK)
And I'm just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em
So I just peep em', lay back and I book my reefa
I'm a thug nigg*, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols
I got the choppers that i'll bring down and won't miss ya
You want a nigg* that gives a fk about a b*tch
Unless you sucking the fking ho and tryin' to get rich
I need a b*tch that can ball a nigg* out
Who can shoot a nigg* best
A b*tch about stacks ho
All this complaining ho, b*tch about that
Ever since I hold a benz, b*tch be all on my back
nigg* this is thug s**t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them I bets they love this
nigg* this is thug s**t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them I bets they love this
Chorus
nigg* this is thug s**t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them I bets they love this
nigg* this is thug s**t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them I bets they love this
Thug life again so ride wit me
Thug life again so ride wit me