[Trick Daddy] Until the day a nigga D-I-E- I'll be forever thuggin baby Ever since I fucking These bitches loved it baby Still got the chron son I used to be drug dealer X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga Around here we smoke a bitch I still book 'em heavy Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh) That don't mean I sold my chevy I love my seven-trey , I talk to 'em everyday I ride around 'em cool, I walk be 'em yesterday I'm from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don't gonna handle dat I fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you fuckin with us We'll hit you up with K Cutters I feels no niggas But I pitch no hittas Throw 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' Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
[Chorus: x2] When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It'll be thug life and y'all still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
[Tre-6] (Uh-ohh) C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo Pull out my dick and piss on hoes In ya face while I spit these flows Like you ain't know, nigga 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 Nigga dem rags to riches Wit' your boy C-O Money Mark, T double-D so bitch don't go
[Money Mark] So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a nigga done passed wit' a .44 And im'a let it go, like --boom-- Betta break ya-self, I can't take myself But killa, nigga, 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
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[Trick Daddy] So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I'm gon' kill 'em 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 nigga, 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 nigga that gives a fuck about a bitch Unless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin' to get rich I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out Who can shoot a nigga best A bitch about stacks ho All this complaining ho, bitch about that Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all in my face Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Thug life again so ride wit me Thug life again so ride wit me
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