Tytuł: Thug Life Again

• Wykonawca: Trick Daddy
• Wyświetleń: 323

[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]