Born A Thug Lyrics - Trick Daddy

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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 xxxxx that was buyin

(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 xxxx 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 xxxx 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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