[Trick]
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If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug
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then tell me what I am
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[Chorus w/ Trey Songz]
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cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way
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why the steets stay on my mind
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since I am a thug, why do y'all get so mad
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why can't cha'll accept that, it's my life
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[Trick]
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If I ain't a thug then y'all tell me who is
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how many other mutha fuckas y'all know can do this
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yea I'm a thug fo ever and I never ever
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disrespect the game or cross one of my niggas (listen)
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slippin' already cost one of my niggas
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so I better select the fools that I be chillin' wit
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and I don't know nothin', didn't hear or see nothin'
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I can't remember, but yet still I won't forget 'em
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I'm from the dark side, born and raised in a thug life
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and I'm out the city from the drug dealers and wise guys
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if I ain't a thug, then you explain it cuz
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how come a young nigga livin' so dangerous
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and why my name always somehow involved in stuff
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it's obvious, y'all can't target us
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yea I'm a thug nigga, but I ain't a drug dealer
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Three time convicted felone, so should I know better
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[Chorus]
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[Trick]
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From day one I've been thuggin'
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and I'm lovin' every minute of it
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So all you crittics and haters I'm sayin mutha fuck ya
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I don't like ya, and therefor I don't trust ya
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You couldn't shake me up, now you tryin' to set me up
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It's bad enough we had it rough when we was growin' up
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You killed Pac and Biggie, now try to kill us
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but I throw my Fos up, cuz I'm foeva fo sho
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A thug rebal fo certain, that's why I never listen
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I ain't the snitchin' kinda nigga
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Yo, and I'm a different kinda nigga
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So you bustas can't leave me
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ain't no centamental nigga
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I'm sittin' on spinners nigga
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So when I'm draggin' my Denim
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don't you bustas try and hit em (hear me)
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I'm from the parts where the stars like to hear the stars
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Quality sound beatin down in each and every car
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Givin' them hell like I'm David Chappelle
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Prostitute boy there with plenty dick for sale
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[chorus]
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[Trick]
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Since I am a Thug, that's why you listen to me
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Cuz I'm a T.H.U.G. officially, you see
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A lot a niggas still doubt a nigga
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so when they conversatin they be playa hatin' bout a nigga
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but I expect them to, what else they supposed to do
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when they dead broke and I got more flow then they do
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and they mad cuz I don't fuck wit them
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Oh well stay mad cuz I don't kiss niggas ass (bitches)
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I'm too busy bein' a real nigga
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So if you fuck wit me
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you can fuck around and get killed nigga
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The truth is Mr. Dollars is the real deal
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Hell I'm the mutha fucker made county bail (yeah)
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And I'm strictly for the Thug cuz I'm showin off
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and I'm quick to straight fuck a nigga (what)
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Huh, pussy nigga, what
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For my mutha fuckin' thugs
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[Chorus repeat till end]
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Ain't A Thug
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| Trick Daddy |
