Verse 1: money mark
It's hard for a n***a just to breathe in the streets
Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets
n***a's bleeding in the streets
So i don't go, unless i'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger up
And i'm ridin' for buddy roe
Cause he jammed in it
My dog got slammed in it
I even lost bam in it, wait a damn minute
This the street life, cracker think a n***a fadeless
Cause i'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, f** this n***a
n***a's life for dope and n***a's die for dope
And n***a's die cause they live on dope
And i remember when i told 'cha roe
I would've shed blood for ya'
A n***a still got much love for ya'
n***a, believe that, and yeah money mark mean that
Until the day a n***a lean back
This how a n***a show you real love
A dedication to them real thugs
Cause we the last one's livin'
Chorus: (repeat 2x) trick daddy
All i need to get on is a few good men with big guns
We can break buddy roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
Verse 2: trick daddy
I'm 'bout a g short, not bees
One of my (???) got caught with three ki's
And he ain't taking no pleas
Ride or die, holla thug life
I know the feeling, i know exactly what it look like
Buddy roe you better hold on
Cause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha a** for so long
And they'll ship ya' a** so far
They'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' car
Hell, i rather the go to war with 'em
They got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'em
Bullets that explode in 'em
Huh, and i don't see no vest
But cha'll know the rest
That rapid fire hit 'em right in the chest
His mammy gotta right 'em a check
For the rose for the dead man
Huh, you understand, n***a it's thug life again
Chorus: repeat 4x
All i need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break buddy roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
Trick daddy talking:
Thug life n***a f** n***a's die in thug life
f** n***a's ain't gone never be sh**, ain't gone never succeed
f** n***a's ain't gone never have no money
Cause them real n***a's can take it
f** n***a's can keep calling the police
You f** n***a's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a n***a
This motherf**ing thug life you p**y a** c*nt
Dick s**ing, dick licking a**,
Dick in the bootie, f** flauging a** n***a,
Ya'll n***a's know who ya'll is
f** ya, one time, for them motherf**ing k**ers
One time for the dope dealers
One time for any motherf**er in america, who 'bout some war
'bout some legal getting money sh**, tax free biiitch!!!
Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x