Straight muthafuckin' ballin' Part two Still ballin'
Westside...
(Verso 1: Tupac)
Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still Ballin' Ridin' on these niggaz cause the lame In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on Nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up WESTSIDE.... Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my female strapped Love fuckin' from the back I get my currency in stacks California's where I'm at RIDEN... Pass by While niggaz wonder why I got shot but didn't die Let em' see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah... Nigga not a tear shed For all my homies in the pen many peers dead Nigga Still Ballin'
(Chorus: Tupac & Trick Daddy)
(Still ballin') Until the day I die (Until I die) You can bring your crew (You can bring your crew) But we remain true (Yeah) Muthafuckers still ballin' (I be ballin') Niggaz wonder why (They wonder why) You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin'
(Verso 2: Trick Daddy)
Now if you kneel and pray And hope the lord understand When he's gone the father become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged I'm sad (I'm sad) But when these kids go to spray him Boy I don't be playin' With clienteles And rhyme sell's Question is will you fuckin' niggaz ride for real Huh? Bitch nigga this is g rated Plus your homeboy won't make your street game foogazy I'm elevated to the top of this shit Done fucked around and put me and Tupac on this bitch And you can tell em thug life was the reason for this And I'll ride for any nigga who believe in this shit Still ballin'
(Chorus: Tupac)
Still Ballin' Until the day I die You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' Niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin'
(Verso 3: Tupac)
Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to the head Niggaz holla out my name And it's similar to rain Muthafuckers know I'm comin' so they runnin to they graves WATCH Swoop down with my nigga from the pound Cause trick don't give a fuck when you coward niggaz now Blast Keep pumpin' ain't worried bout nuttin' Bustas thought we was frontin' So we load and keep dumpin' Still Ballin'
(Chorus Repiteed till the end)
(Trick Daddy) Thug Life
(Tupac) Still ballin' Muthafuckers still ballin' Straight muthafuckin' ballin'
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
I used to be a polo kid who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did I used to sport it talk about it that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass thug nigga going back to the basic and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up a new candiate for the thug of the year I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
You know it`s your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius and we getting it sitting on serious inches we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner a spotter that`s hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up keep your glocks up you can`t stop us true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets in truly didited or god got us oh my dream being in da seat daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Some of these ho`s think I`m manish go head ask me were I got my manners bitch ask your mamie I slap a bitch in minute seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it plus d bout big money get honey lauging that six hundred still running so what`s the cause mayham or murder who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya got money so I`ll make it in court plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks plus my glock gon take this shit on top this ain`t no muthafucking hang out we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house this is thug life not a citcom plus we got big guns ready for change now
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Uh huh .. uh huh .. Don’t be scared, represent it Yo county, yo city Who you know put Chevy’s like this Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this Dade County gone ride ... Acorss the world we gone buy em booty red wit the Louie top and the rims keep spinnin everytime I stop Murder one, I’m killin em got everybody watchin but who gone stop me? The vert game sowed up Somebody tryed some mo shit bout some ole shit T Double done switched the game Got niggaz slowin down switchin lanes Chevy boys, we like it fast So I drop at the low, heavy at the gas Before you know it, be haulin ass Bout 145 on the digital dash Dade County, gone ride ... Where ever you from, represent it Yo county, yo city Where ever you from, represent it Yo county, yo city Now how you do a Chevy like that? Had the car 3 years, ain’t paint the bitch yet? Get off ya ass and get paid If ya ain’t bout money you ain’t from Dade See this strictly for the thugs this the shit that’ll get ya fucked up A lil nigga wit a big ole car and a big ole bank Shit if it stank we don’t dance And I don’t fuck wit the krippy green I’m strictly stuck on the brown team So ask dread for the hotbread if its brown sticky send that shit my way! Worm, tell Will to send the dust get the ball wit no cut y’all catch me in the cut this is strictly for the thugs Dade County dub rida Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. uh huh uh huh Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. uh huh uh huh Question - who the boy wit the itty-bitty rims? Fuck it, I don’t care cuz I don’t even see em Dub rida, don’t y’all forget it if they got a problem wit it, tell em I said it! I got connection wit the candy store I’m lookin for the wetter look im payin forrrrr! Bet make that candy green And it better be the wetter shit they ever seeeeeeeen! You know I had to put shoes on her so I put the 22’s on her, ??? Magic City, donk back to back haulin ass got there in two and a halfffff! Whats a man witout a Chevrolet? Thats like ridin in a donk in the trunk witout funk in it In Dade County, that shit won’t get it Dumb nigga, you gotta put funk in it Homeboy whats wrong wit cha? Ridin up to a nigga wit a Power Ranger engine Now we gone race donk to donk But if ya lose, you got to ride in the trunk Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from Don’t be scared to represent it Yo county, yo city .. Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from
Hey wut dat is? You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy cd's? YES, NO NO NO NO
So wut is that? Saaalllsaaa Madenga Fuckin Latin (Trick in the background) Ohhh Madenngee So no trick daddy? No no trick daddy Do you like trick daddy? YES So you not selling Trick Daddy? No Ok good good my friend good (Trick and Frind leave and door closes) FUCK TRICK DADDY I NEEDED MY MONEY
People gots to have....money Haha (gangsta) Just like that Haha, my recipe for murda (murda) Couple pounds of brown ,Couple DT`s (Couple DT`s) Fo`or five of them big things they call shoppas See I was raised in the slums But niggas tote guns distribute and run Watch out on the one and one servin` the bomb Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin`they family in danger just to play in the sun Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin` about
Like droppin`drugs up out of town and keepin`dope in the house Ain`t give my life to that`cause it`s over and out That`s how it is when you exposed in the south See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The reenactment of my first murda With no remorse and no feelin`s Hell, cuz I ain`t even know this nigga The shit was deep I couldn`t just let it go While I was shootin`bout my money Fruitin`bout my dough,bitch I bust his ass like the last muthafucka Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up You shoulda seen the muthafucka
jumpin`thumpin` Bullet after bullet pumpin` fully after fully You muthafuckas went in bad choppas I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him I`m from the era of the goodfellas, you know Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly I growed up on the turf watchin` Murph and them Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin` them I take this shit back to thirties and vogue Let`s see that`s way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves That`s in the days when the ave was jumpin` Ev`ry nigga was gettin` money, every corner was pumpin` and jumpin` uh,but now we in the new era A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas Money, money, money. E`ery time, goddammit I`ll say it e`ery time Betta call us murderers
See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) The boy think he gettin` payed, jumpin` out Squeezin` AK`s, on the ground they lay That`s how we do this shit in Dade Killer bee`s, snappin` pictures plottin` killin` me Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn`t be Gotta straighten this shit, got SK`s with extra clips Holla killer head, and make them bitches flip the script Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang Went bang, bang till their muh`fuckin` brains hang I live for this, so damn right I kill for this And when I get that feelin`,ain`t gon`be no hit or miss
See All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey) All I need is big guns on the side of me Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed Straight do or die bitches that`ll die for me How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
Hah, haha That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... see!
[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
[Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind
[Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
[Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!)
And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
Went to a eight ball from a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin` good but I think slammin` Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half Sellin` O`s or betta clockin a fag Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin` they ass Gotta keep my bread in a safe place We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money Try nothin` funny and I don`t buy dummies Every ounce betta bounce back And every brick that I break up It all betta flake up And when that shit hit the waters Shit go to ballin` That dope all betta fall in I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo And when I hit him I want to hurt him And on cutlass I wanna hit it They ass gon` feel it
You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker Ay Ay,
It`s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin` rubber You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin` Ay, ay roll a lil somethin`Mmm Hmm blow a lil somethin` I got them thangs for a lil nothin` If you got a lil money I`ma throw a lil somethin` Bump this nigga Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga We aint from `round here dumpin` on niggas But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) I got ki`s in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker
You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
Face mob, right back at ya With O`s like cookies I flip like spatulas 99.9 of the time I`m on the grind Bricked up and breakin` em down I got to admit the dope game gravy 3 zippers balled up you bring back 80 You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can`t sell bubble So here it is fool I play the game where its no rules Givin` you lessons from the old school You don`t get high off your own supply And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die Make the next man know he got to think about the payback This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby Been like that since the early 80`s
You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it`s alright baby Everything gone be gravy later, that`s right This the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out If it wasn`t for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn`t have none But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun How could I, get away from the po-po`s, if a, nigga couldn`t run And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son Life is crazy ain`t it, sometimes I even think the same thing I`ve been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain`t a thang changed And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother And I was thinking if I lose mine, who`s gone raise my brother Not to be a thug, stay in school, don`t use drugs Who`ll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it`s crazy ain`t it Just like the soldiers, that ain`t coming home this year Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real What about the children, who ran away, that ain`t coming home today Well here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God`s children There`s only, one him, plus ain`t none of y`all confronting him So blind in our own minds we wouldn`t even know God if `we was in front him` And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival Let`s add some chapters named Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan In all my history books, only one died was the Americans And, let`s point em out who`s responsible for Vietnam And, hold on there`s more, we had two World Wars And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education Life is crazy ain`t it
So many tears, through out the years Somebody tell me what`s going on And so many lives, but only God knows About the pain deep inside It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up I know you`re fed up, but stay strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday -
This is for my people in the ghetto I`m calling out, calling out To all my thugs in the ghetto Calling out, calling out It gets hard sometimes, but you Got to keep your head up, and be strong Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most,a thug holiday
Cause we need it, gotta have it quit is hard, out here any street you know what I mean ghetto, I`m calling out, all my thugs in the ghetto Here`s a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday I said thug holiday, need it
I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da You see the part of making busta ass niggas you been fucking with Always busting shit, but never talking shit Any of us tell you don`t think that a playa did it And made you wear the life is more than a hell didn`t it Boy I tell you, and that`s the deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don`t be a sucka at least not for nothing are you Sucking and fucking, a bitch better have something I need something that`s compatible Not nothing young and dumb and full of cum but wanna letable I better, nigga like T Double, get it wetter Suck her fuck her better than the average nigga I need a girl that`s into trying thangs So I can put her into my frame, and land in the mind game I know she`s a mama girl and I`m a street nigga Once we get together, I bet you she`ll sleep better I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da
Baby girl it`s better to keep it thugged out Ain`t nothing like it when you, scratching and biting only gets me excited She like, T Double why you fucking with me I done came three times and you still sucking on the first titty I`m like girl you better work it better Like the full moon in June but pretty soon I`ll be hurting it Now turn around, let me calm you down We go up and down, real niggas puts it down I`m getting aquainted with the clitoris I keep my hands to my sides, while I slowly spread the lips I eats it up, `fore I beats it up The first quarter slow motion, second half, speed it up Plus she already owe me one, she like Nevermind, but this time we 69ing I need my dick sucked C.O.D. This is T Double D I get my dick sucked O.D.P.
I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da
Being that I`m missing you, been having fantasies of kissing you I get the picture, I piss you but what I`m suppose to do Or could it be that I`m falling in love Or a possibility I`m way too far for a thug I`ll never tease you, I`m here to please you And baby girl believe it, girl I`ll never leave you I`ll be your freaky deaky lover man Making love forever trying all the god damn numbers When we, rubbing and touching eachother Oh my god it`s getting hard and you getting wetter and wetter It`s getting better and better, wish it could last forever But never never, nothing I ain`t worried girl
I ain`t really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky cause it ain`t no thang yeah B-ba-da-da-da-da(*반복)
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
I used to be a polo kid who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did I used to sport it talk about it that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass thug nigga going back to the basic and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up a new candiate for the thug of the year I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
You know it`s your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius and we getting it sitting on serious inches we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner a spotter that`s hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up keep your glocks up you can`t stop us true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets in truly didited or god got us oh my dream being in da seat daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Some of these ho`s think I`m manish go head ask me were I got my manners bitch ask your mamie I slap a bitch in minute seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it plus d bout big money get honey lauging that six hundred still running so what`s the cause mayham or murder who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya got money so I`ll make it in court plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks plus my glock gon take this shit on top this ain`t no muthafucking hang out we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house this is thug life not a citcom plus we got big guns ready for change now
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Until the day a nigga D-I-E I`ll be forever thuggin baby Ever since I f**king These bitches loved it baby Still got the chron son I used to be drug dealer X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga Around here we smoke a bitch I still book `em heavy Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh) Damn me I sold my chevy
I love my ? , I talk to `em everyday I ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterday I`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don`t gonna handle dat I f**k with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you f**kin with us We`ll hit you up with K Cutters I feels no niggas But I pitch no hittas The curve balls at they ass They gonna watch `em go get em I`m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em` I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em`
Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me (Uh-ohh)
C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo Pull out my dick and piss on hoes In ya face while I spit these flows Like you ain`t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough And we gonna get mo` For sho`, you know dat cheddar make it betta And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha Like dun-a Dun-a Nigga dem rags to riches Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so bitch don`t go So nigga rolls, so every motha f**ka get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a nigga done passed wit` a .44 And im`a let it go,like boom Betta break ya-self, I can`t take myself But killa, nigga, won`t have to make myself And i`ll come to ya wake myself I won`t send no dogs, no friends, no loot, No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit Just a note that say, he.. through Now, now thanks to you, Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost We bout` that cash, we on that ass So let them 9`s off
When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life again, so ride wit me
So mutha-f**king sicka, stupid hoes and f**k niggas Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I`m gon` kill`em And I`m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em So I just peep em`, lay back and I book my reefa I`m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols I got the choppers that i`ll bring down and won`t miss ya You want a nigga that gives a f**k about a bitch Unless you sucking the f**king ho and tryin` to get rich
I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out Who can shoot a nigga best A bitch about stacks ho All this complaining ho, bitch about that Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all on my back Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent You don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this When my niggaz and bitches Go from rags to riches It`ll be thug life and yall still with me (*반복)
(Hook x2) I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine (Verse 1, Money Mark) You f**ks with T Double D then you f**ks with we Now you runnin′ round duckin′ me Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee I send them killers where ya mama be I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay Come through choppin′ ya block I don′t plizzay Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey Love dough and love to hate hoes Love to pull nigga bout mine lil′ nose Nigga tryna hold me back, I′m throwin′ ′bows I′m a treal ass nigga, that′s how shit goes
(Rick Ross) You can never f**k with me, I′ll just flow harder CL 6 sittin′ low on those (?) I′m a Philly man, but I don′t blow garbage Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it Ain′t no love, you see how the Feds do us Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas Body on ′em so what, look up we had shooters (?) Take all tinted route Hand guns, razor blades comin′ out of the mouth Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper It′s more to mine rapper Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back Lay niggas down like this? No like ′dat No whoever ran, make ′em come back like crack
(Duece Poppi) You better worry bout you, don′t worry bout me I pop three, out the drop-e I smoke brocoli, you know we got D Duece Poppi and T Double D We got them AK shells and they hot as hell Crackin′ back to the white meat like lobster tails Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone Tore his head off ′cause he had his vest on
12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters
Niggas curlin′ up like activators Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies You ain′t rapped like that when Tupac was alive
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2, Mystic) I′m not gonna f**k with you nigga, ′cause I don′t know you my nigga So don′t you f**k with me or my dogs Nigga I′m for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine I chill, smoke crip and send orders Off all those po-po′s and armed forces, f**k ′em They don′t wanna see me fly, I don′t trust ′em They probably wanna see me die, that why Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye For them haters and hoes, ′cause I don′t play about mine Goin′ deep, pray about mine Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine F**k that you′ve been warned too many times How you feel bout yours, nigga I′m ten times worse You gettin′ revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed So please don′t f**k around with me ′Cause my dogs will bust around at he Whoever obsessed, me boy, don′t test me boy Touch me, my dog′ll wetcha boy
(Trick Daddy) Most niggas get rich, get goats I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks) Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch Throw it up ′fore I blow it up You ain′t know I was a G muthaf**ka You don′t really wanna see me muthaf**ka I′m a thug nigga, fo′ life Bitch I′ll kill ya, fo′ night I′m goin′ all way out bout mine Best in a biscuit shot bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine Runnin′ in your grandmami house bout mine I ain′t slippin′, I got my nine Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch ′cause you got kids Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live Thug life and you know how it is Shit don′t stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat and they jewelry and they cars, i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real
(Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg ya'lljust tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas, but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha
[Chorus]2x 24,7 3,65 aint no christmas in da ghetto just tryin' na stay alive he neva even seem them he never even hear them only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know
(Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words of Rodney King
We ride, we ride We ride, we ride We ride, we ride
<i>[Hook]</i> S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh) We sendin' out this message to
<i>[Money Mark]</i> All the pretty little young and sexy women And they great-great grandma's love they way we are Make them shake they body, bodies It's the number one clique who love to party We from the bottom, M-I-A Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY?
<i>[J.V.]</i> I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!)
<i>[C.O.]</i> S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team Anything less than that, it's just a dream We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...)
<i>[Deuce Poppi]</i> Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it Can you pig and pop the Belve And swig your jaw rap out we live it Poppi gon' get it, seven digits Seats in the six coupe made of lizards And we won't stop like puffin' it Whether it's crack or rap hustlin' Cuz we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes)
<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Trick Daddy]</i> Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh) Play wit us, spray the damn thang See down here that's an e'eryday thang It's guns and greens on dub dukes Cop deuces half price from the boosters See thugs wasn't big enough You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P. Hoes follow along right after me It's - SNS in this bitch Matter fact, I be the best in this shit Put me on your next remix Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh) See shit get crazy dogg I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all We're packed in jumbo jets Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back For
