(feat. Young Buck)

[Trick Daddy:]

Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come
All our G's would've been gone (would've been done)

If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)

[Verse 1: Trick]

In this life I live, I done see ^!$$%z deal
Seen ^!$$%z steal and done seen ^!$$%z kill
And them same ^!$$%z there, them be the main ones that tell

There's a lotta tension in the air, so ^!$$% easy on them pills
I rather be the (*##$ that's squeezing than the ^!$$% that's bleeding
See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed

And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster mother$#&@ers
Y'all sucker mother$#&@ers, man $#&@ you mother$#&@ers
I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing

Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' ^!$$%
My first words was curse words, %#@!, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters

Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools
I used to take my mother$#&@ing tool to school


[Chorus: Trick]
See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask

I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)

You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)

[Verse 2: Buck]

These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me
Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie
Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent

Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started
And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs
But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone

I'm a grown $$# man that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban

You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing
I slip a another clip into my A.K.
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae

See the Chevy got a stash spot
I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out
Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone

So we put it on the line
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Trick]

My blood line is a level above the thug line
And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man
See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic

I power up off money like a mother$#&@ing bionic
I travel through time with a military mind
Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine

And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us
It's slimy $$# ^!$$%z and red neck $$# crackers
Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons)

Before my ^!$$%z get to steppin
Cuz %#@! can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion
Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban ^!$$%z and Haitians

Rebellion on your $$#
For the %#@! you did to us in the past
See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends

It took you fifteen years to close the ave
It's going to be twenty more before they close the ?
Now where my mother$#&@ing twenty one soldiers at

Now where my D Boy big gun toters at

[Chorus]