[Hook: Trick Daddy]
Shorty's 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 (x2)
[Verse 1]
This is a story bout a young n***a
Who's mama was a who*e and his daddy was a drug dealer
Ridin' 'round the corner from 'em was the spot
They sold weed, lace, base, h**n and marijuana
His role model was an older n***a
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 n***as was really tryin' to put it down
That's back when the pimp game played out
That next year crack c**aine came out
And 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
Nickels and dimes to any b**h that was buyin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
And when he first hit middle school
He was a typical, ordinary, everyday a** dude
Around the time eighth grade came around
He had done made up his mind, a n***a can't lay down now
His first job, he was a watch out
He had to scream one time every time the cops hit the block
We used to call him Bo Brown
Cause when he came around, close shop n***a, shut it down
Them lil' two-hundreds
That was a lot of money for a young n***a sittin' 'round not doin' nothin'
Plus his mama had a newborn from an old n***a out the hood
Who don't do sh** for him
They go another bill, another mouth to feed
Oh well, yo a n***a 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 playin' head of his household, now that sh**'s cold
But then again I suppose
You already know how the sh** go
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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 j**els, 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 sh**'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
[Hook]
[Outro]
Motherf**in' thug
Nothin' left for him to be but a thug
Motherf**in' thug
n***a forced into this sh**, damn
Over and over again
[Hook]