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Trick Daddy - Thug Life Again lyrics
(feat. Money Mark of Tre+6) [Verse 1: Money Mark] It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets Nigga's bleeding in the streets So I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger up And I'm ridin' for Buddy Roe Cause he jammed in it My dog got slammed in it I even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minute This the street life, cracker think a nigga fadeless Cause I'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, fuck this nigga Nigga's life for dope and nigga's die for dope And nigga's die cause they live on dope And I remember when I told 'cha Roe I would've shed blood for ya' A nigga still got much love for ya' Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that Until the day a nigga lean back This how a nigga show you real love A dedication to them real thugs Cause we the last one's livin' [Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy] All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns We can break Buddy Roe out the pin And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] I'm 'bout a G short, not bees One of my (???) got caught with three ki's And he ain't taking no pleas Ride or die, holla thug life I know the feeling, I know exactly what it look like Buddy Roe you better hold on Cause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha ass for so long And they'll ship ya' ass so far They'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' car Hell, I rather the go to war with 'em They got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'em Bullets that explode in 'em Huh, and I don't see no vest But cha'll know the rest That rapid fire hit 'em right in the chest His mammy gotta right 'em a check For the rose for the dead man Huh, you understand, nigga it's thug life again [Chorus: repeat 4x] All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh [Trick Daddy talking:] Thug life nigga fuck nigga's die in thug life Fuck nigga's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeed Fuck nigga's ain't gone never have no money Cause them real nigga's can take it Fuck nigga's can keep calling the police You fuck nigga's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a nigga This motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cunt dick sucking, dick licking ass, dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga, ya'll nigga's know who ya'll is Fuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killers One time for the dope dealers One time for any motherfucker in America, who 'bout some war 'Bout some legal getting money shit, tax free biiitch!!! [Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x] |
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