[Trick Daddy]
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Until the day a nigga D-I-E-
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I'll be forever thuggin baby
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Ever since I fucking
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These bitches loved it baby
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Still got the chron son
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I used to be drug dealer
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X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga
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Around here we smoke a bitch I still book 'em heavy
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Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh)
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Damn me I sold my chevy
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I love my ? , I talk to 'em everyday
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I ride around 'em cool, I walk be 'em yesterday
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I'm from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at
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Come through with that bullshit,
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My niggas don't gonna handle dat
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I fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a
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So if you fuckin with us
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We'll hit you up with K Cutters
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I feels no niggas
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But I pitch no hittas
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The curve balls at they ass
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They gonna watch 'em go get em
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I'm now the coo guy up the street up the block from em'
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I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em'
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Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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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
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You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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When my niggaz and bitches
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Go from rags to riches
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It'll be thug life and yall still with me
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When my niggaz and bitches
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Go from rags to riches
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It'll be thug life again, so ride wit me
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[Tre-6]
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(Uh-ohh)
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C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo
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Pull out my dick and piss on hoes
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In ya face while I spit these flows
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Like you ain't know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough
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Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough
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And we gonna get mo'
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For sho', you know dat cheddar make it betta
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And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha
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Like dun-a Dun-a
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Nigga dem rags to riches
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Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so bitch don't go
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[Trick Daddy]
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So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floors
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Get away from all your doors and windows
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Cause a nigga done passed wit' a .44
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And im'a let it go, like --boom--
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Betta break ya-self, I can't take myself
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But killa, nigga, won't have to make myself
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And i'll come to ya wake myself
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I won't send no dogs, no friends, no loot,
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No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit
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Just a note that say, he.. through
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Now, now thanks to you,
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Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost
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We bout' that cash, we on that ass
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So let them 9's off
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[Chorus]
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[Trick Daddy]
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So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas
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Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I'm gon' kill 'em -(CHECK)
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And I'm just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em
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So I just peep em', lay back and I book my reefa
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I'm a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols
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I got the choppers that i'll bring down and won't miss ya
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You want a nigga that gives a fuck about a bitch
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Unless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin' to get rich
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I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out
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Who can shoot a nigga best
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A bitch about stacks ho
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All this complaining ho, bitch about that
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Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all on my back
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Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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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
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You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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[Chorus]
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Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent
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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
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You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this
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Thug life again so ride wit me
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Thug life again so ride wit me
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Rags To Riches
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| Trick Daddy |
