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For the thugs Yes sir ha ha I'm doin' this one for the thugs Yes sir My boy dooda wa's up fool (Down South) Tut ha ha haa We've been seen (Aye yo C!) they on a roll hurry up nigga come on they got guns (I'm doin' this one for the thugs) They got big guns! They wanna go to war nigga Hah?(Yes sir for the thugs) they don't wanna die they don't mean that Hah [verse 1] If it wasn't for the Hennesey and thug livin' for my enemy my brother still be alive and apart of me so I, say a prayer for that playa and I, take my fire everywhere, see Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs another name on the wall they keep takin the fall yes I be livin though dead and gone befo' we twenty fo' or in jail but cha'll don't here me though is this world about to end if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends and why I'm livin' wit my kid and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz its kinda hard for the black man I watch the million man march for the black man and through the sun and rain I love enjoyin' pain I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys down south much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys in the city much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the dogs in the grove much love [verse 2] See, I, I, gotta called from the crib my dawg got killed gotta all my homies in tears and we don't know who the killas is it could of been the lick it could of been the hit I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so we put his face on a shirt and shedded tears for the game (a thug in memory boy) cuz it's hard to hide the pain they teach us some better thangs the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit ride or roll take sides for yo dog suppose to die for your dogs, shit hard time in gangsta livin' and got us villian chillin' try to start no crossin' me and you so and you cry for yo' dogs Hell, I don't understand man, I say a prayer to all of y'all and for the cause for my motherfuckin' dogs Nigga! [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and my Carol City niggas much love for my thugs yes sir For the thugs and my niggas out in Gouls for the thugs [verse 3] If it was a hundred dollar bill would ya, could ya ride for me start a fight, better yet, would you die for me under oath baby girl would you lie for me getta gackin open 5 for me now would you cry for me turna trick, or do or die for me food stamps, if you apply for me well certified for me can't count but you'll try for me or do it all for me Huh? [chorus] I'm doin' this one for the thugs (for the thugs) (for the thugs) (for the thugs!) I'm doin' this one for the thugs and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the niggas out in Opa-Locka for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and the boys doin' time in the pen for the thugs yes sir For the thugs and my dogs out the Heights much love for my mothafuckin' dogs fuck y'all fuck y'all, others motherfuckers faze brothers suckers, bluffers, we ain't nonthing but sho' nuffers Bitch, feed ya fish (for the thugs, for the thugs) |
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| 4:38 |
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Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo Niggaz done twist up the fro Let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro Nigga you don't know And I'm thinkin bout when Round the time i was ten And way before the pen The worst thing i ever remember seeing Was a boy get his whole head bashed in But now they gettin blown off Whole chest torn off Whole block roped off Two clips in his house for fuckin round Runnin off at his damn mouth Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame And it wudn't bout a name Plus it wudn't no thang To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang But na shit done changed And I know it seem strange But I'm a maintain So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes" stay the fuck out the chain gang hook Some hoes no shame Other hoes play games See they'll fuck ya for the fame And when the heat is on and they cant hang Theyll give them crackers yo name Thell say it under oath And swear to tell the truth Run down what ya do How ya clown wit ya crew Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house Tell a ho about ya spot Where ya threw away the glock But every bitch that ya shot Every key that ya caught And every car that ya drop The ninety-seven drop tops And them Carolina trips And then they grill you the flip Time and date when ya dip Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built With no muthafuckin guilt Back in tha days It wudn't none a this Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch It just goes to show that Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script hook See back in the days All pimps got paid And all hoes got slayed Alot a money got saved And every playa had it made In Dade We was slayed before then Boys was made before then Way before them Raisin poor men With no choice Way before them But na shit done changed I mean a nigga done came Ya done took our name We done peeped yall game Ya ovalooked our pain Man, and we aint tryin to be friends Ya wudn't tryin back then Had a problem with my skin Got together with ya clan And send a young poor black man Straight to the pen Ya had beef with the blacks But na the blacks got the gats So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked And you can bet that See nigga Back in the days I was young and afraid So dumb in a way I was trapped in a maze So hey hook |
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| 3:49 |
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| 3:34 |
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Hell no I don't want to holla at no motherfuckin Trick
He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit Hell no I'm saying though What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up Hell no I don't want to holla at him That's alright Hold up bitch Hold up bitch Hold up hoe Check it out Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh That'll represent like me Who'll say some shit like me One who'll lay the dick like me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who do the shit that I do Run through yo whole lil' crew Pay for it if I got to Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh That'll run off in yo house Put the gun off in yo mouth Blow yo motherfucking brains out Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who'll fall off in the club Free drinks for the show some love Take the bar home for the thugs Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who know mo' niggas than me Who do mo' killings than me And weigh mo' dope dealings than me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh You don't know nann nigga That dress fresher than me And you don't know nann nigga that wear mo' Polo shit than me Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who do mo' freaky stuff Eat the coochie wit the legs up Then I blow it all in yo butt And I don't know nann hoe uh-uh Who liked the dick like you Who'll bite the dick like you On a dikey bitch like you And I don't like a bitch like you I'll fight a bitch like you Ol' trifling bitch like you Ain't no telling what you might do Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Uh-Uh-Uh Hold up who the fuck this nigga think he is I ain't ashamed of nothing I do Hold up check this shit out You don't know nann hoe uh-uh Don' been the places I been Who can spend the grands that I spend Fuck bout 5 or 6 best friends And you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That's off the chain like me That'll floss the thang like me On a awful thang like me You don't know nann hoe uh-uh That sell more ass than me You know nann hoe That'll make you come like me Nigga you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That don' tried all types of shit Who quick to deep throat the dick And let another bitch straight lick the clit Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That'll keep it wet like me Make it come back to back like me Lick a nigga nut sack like me Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh That'll ride the dick on the dime Who love to fuck all the time One who's pussy fatter than mine Bitch you don't know nann hoe Hold up baby hold up What you said you'll do bitch Nigga you heard what I motherfucking said Well baby if you gon' be doin' all this You need to be on my team 'Cause I'm the realest nigga you motherfucking know Well if you want me you know how to find me Taterhead got the number Tater boy bet they help Tater boy Ha ha ha hah Bitch you know nann nigga That keep it knocked like me That keep it hot like me One who'll chop the chops like me Bitch you know nann nigga Wit connections wit the mob Money millions for stars And the Lexus flexin' hard Bitch you know nanna nigga Who representin' they grill In Miami is where I live And this is how I pay my bills I love livin' here It be straight thuggin' livin' here And all my thug niggers here We be ballin' up in here Bitch you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga No no bitch you know nann nigga Oh you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga Bitch you know nann nigga No no bitch you know nann nigga ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By YOUNG, MAURICE / DUGGINS, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 6. |
| 4:39 |
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| 7. |
| 4:07 |
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hook Gotta change my life Lord knows I aint livin right Yall know i aint chillin right Smokin out everyday and night Gotta ease my mind Gotta find time to rewind Cause I'm fallin way behind Me and my dogs we known to ride Gotta watch my back Represent for the soldier Die couple years older Have boulders a lil soda Get rich with a motive Now shit done changed Niggaz gunnin in the rain On straight cocaine And it aint no thang Since the game in his arm Straight aim at his arm Gotta watch my back Gotta stack my flow Gotta pay my bills Leave bread in the will All to the old girl See yall hoes betta chill Now back to the game Lotsa niggaa been dying for this Done lost they lives to this Got me on this survival some type of AK rider Na I started with thug A thug with a heart Took a trip with some heart Had a dude he was scarred See his maom in the park Tears dried up Mom what's wrong (what's wrong) Your son's gone Is he ever comin back home She said you straight young nigga Take a look in tha mirror I was there when you was gone Now back to the streets Where young niggaz like me Gon do what we got to do You aint nuttin without ya crew Betta light in tha night and I'm thinkin bout you In the bedroom tied uo With ya mouthpiece wired up Just shaped on tha floor Had none of ya guns keep muthafuckaz fired up An see that's the truth I done told my nigga this street shit aint a game But it seem the same Young nigga get slanged For a lil bit a fame and cocaine Try to do thangs Just for the benzs and beamers and bithces Thinkin riches gon take care snitches And niggaz wit triggaz Niggaz betta watch they back Cuz the same time I'm tryin to speak to you and realease to you Some shit ya need Young nigga wit greed gon try to put the heat to you speed to you hook(x1) They callin in the gat In the dunge with a guy Ski mask and a vest Let his heart do the rest Thuggin, broke niggaz be the best Yes, and gon die if ya buck So get fucked right up Come back if ya like Bring ya gat if ya like And get stacked if ya like On ya back if ya like All I neded was a chance A MAC-10 and a benz So I can clown with my friends Show the world I'm a man Then broke but those in the pen When I'm off in the club Much love for the thugs See hennessy in the clubs Got all these rabid ass, maggot hoes they love the thugs hook(x2) Now bout dem hoes Try to find them a man That can pay they bills And yes they can Weight 28 grams Take a tour of the land Aint got no plan They'll wait for a thug Go give em a hug Show em how to be loved Then suck em up Straight fuckin em up Then get in his benz Get with all his friends Take all his ends Then send him to the pen Then do it all again Amen But lord forgive em Have mercy on they're souls For livin like hoes And say a lil prayer for me and my life Cuz I aint livin right you know I hook(till fade) |
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| 3:39 |
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| 9. |
| 3:49 |
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| 3:49 |
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| 11. |
| 3:07 |
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Bein that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman scholar If a player's what you want lil mama holla Don't bother asking your friends about my benz or ends Unless you plan on me staying in I get my freak on plus my back's strong No more sad songs for long girl you daddy's home I'll be your player I need a player in my life tonight somebody that'll treat me right and just, hold me tight all through the night I want a player in my life Yeah, you can play your sex games, kinky things but still maintain I'm running game while you giggle off my ghetto slang I want the best for you First, nobody stressing you A good girl, therefore God's been blessing you So go with your first mind Get it right the first time Hang tight, 'cause early on be your worst time You got me wanting you bad so I been watching you And while they calling me dad, I'm simply jocking you clocking you Watching the threads in your dazzy dukes Hawking you Watching you move in your ?baka? suit Your body too You'll go get it, therefore you bout it boo 5'3", and I can see what you got for me Show me some love Kisses and hugs Bubble baths in hottubs Plus baby oil back rubs You got me heated up Slow it down, then we can speed it up Plus, you bringing out the freakinus Free your mind Let me and you spend some time I'm on that sixty and I'm headed for that nasty nine Come take a ride with me If I slip, baby slide with me And you can shift into the ride with me And glide with me High to the sky with me Right here on the side of me I'll be your player Chorus *call me X-rated* I'll eat your coochie with your legs up Down your back, up your crack, then I'll blow all in your butt I'll suck your ass where your drawers crawl Suck them titties and all and make you climb the wall You taste so sweet (ahh) From your head to your feet It's my treat So baby girl just let me eat and call me freaky deaky 'cause I want to be your servant And while I'm servin I'll slap you up with syrup and butter Average niggaz wouldn't do the things I do I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you Shit, my mind's in the gutter, I'm eatin your butter Pink eggs and ham, Girl you taste just like spam I'll be your player |
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