Trick Daddy - Born A Thug Lyrics

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This has been a Goldrush production...

Shorty gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

His mama was a G

And daddy was a G

Ain't nothin left for him to be

But a thug

(repeat chorus)

This is a story bout a young nigga

Who's mama was a whore

And his daddy was a drug dealer

Ridin' round the corner from 'em was the spot

They sold weed lace base heroin and marijuana

His role model was an older nigga

Who kept a wad of hundreds

Cause he had a whole lot of money

Now keep in mind this is round the time that

Miami niggas was really tryin to put it down

That's back when the pimp game played out

That next year crack cocaine came out

It all started in the suburbs

But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope

And yo they used to call it free-base

But when it made it to my block

Me and my boys called it crack rock

We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em

Nickles and dimes to any bitch that was buyin

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(Chorus 2x)

And when he first hit middle school

He was a typical ordinary everyday-ass dude

Around the time eighth grade came around

He had done made up his mind

Nigga can't lay down now

His first job was a watch-out

He had to scream one time everytime the cops hit the block

We used to call him Bo Brown

Cause when he came around

Close shop nigga shut it down

Them lil' two-hundreds

That was a lot of money

Especially for a young nigga sittin' round not doin' nothin

Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood who

Don't do shit for him

They go another bill another mouth to feed

Oh well yo a nigga couldn't stop there

He gotta keep food in his crib

And keep the lights on

Ain't like his daddy's comin' back home

Now just imagine the role of a thirteen-year-old

Who's playin head of his household

Now that shit's cold

But then again i suppose

You already know how the shit go

(Chorus 2x)

He advanced from watch-out man to lieutenant

And now he got two feet waist-deep in it

And he control the whole operation

But it's kinda different

Cause he's dealin' with some stiff competition

And everybody wants to be buddies

All of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money

And he ain't never too flashy wit it

Not into cars and jewels

Just nice clothes and new shoes

Half of the money went straight to his mama

But the other half you know

The kid had to keep it stashed

But it's kinda hard to hide drug money

But it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for

But when it comes to livin' money's nothin'

Bein' dead is free

Now tell me

What would you rather be?

Don't tell me

Tell it to your child

Make your talk worthwhile and the rest

He'll figure it out

(Chorus)

A Motherfuckin' thug...

Nothin' left for him to be but a thug...

Motherfuckin' thug...

Nigga forced into this shit...

(Chorus 2x)

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