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trick daddy - born a thug lyrics

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this has been a goldrush production…

shorty gonna be,
shorty wanna be,
so he’s gonna be,
a straight thug

his mama was a g
and daddy was a g
ain’t nothin left for him to be
but a thug

(repeat chorus)

this is a story bout a young n-gg-
who’s mama was a wh-r-
and his daddy was a drug dealer

ridin’ round the corner from ’em was the spot
they sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana

his role model was an older n-gg-
who kept a wad of hundreds
cause he had a whole lot of money

now keep in mind this is round the time that
miami n-gg-s was really tryin to put it down

that’s back when the pimp game played out,
that next year crack cocaine came out

it all started in the suburbs
but only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope

and yo they used to call it free-base,
but when it made it to my block
me and my boys called it crack rock

we used to cook it up and bag it up and sell ’em,
nickles and dimes to any b-tch that was buyin

(chorus 2x)

and when he first hit middle school,
he was a typical, ordinary, everyday–ss dude

around the time eighth grade came around
he had done made up his mind,
n-gg- can’t lay down now

his first job was a watch-out,
he had to scream one time everytime the cops h-t the block

we used to call him bo brown,
cause when he came around,
close shop n-gg-, shut it down

them lil’ two-hundreds,
that was a lot of money,
especially for a young n-gg- sittin’ round not doin’ nothin

plus his mama had a newborn from an old n-gg- out the hood who
don’t do sh-t for him

they go another bill, another mouth to feed,
oh well, yo a n-gg- couldn’t stop there

he gotta keep food in his crib
and keep the lights on,
ain’t like his daddy’s comin’ back home

now just imagine the role of a thirteen-year-old
who’s playin head of his household,
now that sh-t’s cold,
but then again i suppose,
you already know how the sh-t go

(chorus 2x)

he advanced from watch-out man to lieutenant,
and now he got two feet waist-deep in it,

and he control the whole operation,
but it’s kinda different,
cause he’s dealin’ with some stiff compet-tion

and everybody wants to be buddies,
all of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money

and he ain’t never too flashy wit it,
not into cars and jewels,
just nice clothes and new shoes

half of the money went straight to his mama
but the other half, you know
the kid had to keep it stashed

but it’s kinda hard to hide drug money,
but it’s worse bein’ a dope but none of this sh-t’s worth dying for

but when it comes to livin’, money’s nothin’
bein’ dead is free
now tell me,
what would you rather be?

don’t tell me,
tell it to your child
make your talk worthwhile and the rest,
he’ll figure it out

(chorus)

a motherf-ckin’ thug…

nothin’ left for him to be but a thug…

motherf-ckin’ thug…

n-gg- forced into this sh-t…

(chorus 2x)

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