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TRICK DADDY lyrics : "Thug Life Again"

(feat. Money Mark of Tre+6)

[Verse 1: Money Mark]


It's hard for a ^!$$% just to breathe in the streets
Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets

^!$$%'s bleeding in the streets
So I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger up
And I'm ridin' for Buddy Roe

Cause he jammed in it
My dog got slammed in it
I even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minute

This the street life, cracker think a ^!$$% fadeless
Cause I'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, $#&@ this ^!$$%
^!$$%'s life for dope and ^!$$%'s die for dope

And ^!$$%'s die cause they live on dope
And I remember when I told 'cha Roe
I would've shed blood for ya'

A ^!$$% still got much love for ya'
^!$$%, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that
Until the day a ^!$$% lean back

This how a ^!$$% show you real love
A dedication to them real thugs
Cause we the last one's livin'


[Chorus x2: Trick Daddy]


All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
We can break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again ^!$$%, thug life ^!$$%, huh


[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]


I'm 'bout a G short, not bees
One of my [???] got caught with three ki's
And he ain't taking no pleas

Ride or die, holla thug life
I know the feeling, I know exactly what it look like
Buddy Roe you better hold on

Cause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha $$# for so long
And they'll ship ya' $$# so far
They'll probably [???] turn round duce things in yo' car

Hell, I rather the go to war with 'em
They got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'em
Bullets that explode in 'em

Huh, and I don't see no vest
But cha'll know the rest
That rapid fire hit 'em right in the chest

His mammy gotta right 'em a check
For the rose for the dead man
Huh, you understand, ^!$$% it's thug life again


[Chorus: x4]


All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again ^!$$%, thug life ^!$$%, huh


[Trick Daddy talking:]
Thug life ^!$$% $#&@ ^!$$%'s die in thug life

$#&@ ^!$$%'s ain't gone never be %#@!, ain't gone never succeed
$#&@ ^!$$%'s ain't gone never have no money
Cause them real ^!$$%'s can take it

$#&@ ^!$$%'s can keep calling the police
You $#&@ ^!$$%'s can keep crossing ya'll [???] on a ^!$$%
This mother$#&@ing thug life you #~!!@ $$# cunt

dick sucking, dick licking $$#,
dick in the bootie, $#&@ flauging $$# ^!$$%,
ya'll ^!$$%'s know who ya'll is

$#&@ ya, one time, for them mother$#&@ing killers
One time for the dope dealers
One time for any mother$#&@er in America, who 'bout some war

'Bout some legal getting money %#@!, tax free biiitch!!!

[Chorus: comes back on to repeat x2]

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