Tre+6 - Rags to Riches lyrics

[Trick Daddy] Until the day a n***a D-I-E- I'll be forever thuggin baby Ever since I f**ing These b**hes loved it baby Still got the chron son I used to be drug dealer X-men, Ex-con, forever thug n***a Around here we smoke a b**h I still book 'em heavy Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh) That don't mean I sold my chevy I love my seven-trey , I talk to 'em everyday I ride around 'em cool, I walk be 'em yesterday I'm from the southwest, where n***as drive chevys at Come through with that bullsh** My n***as don't gonna handle dat I f** with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you f**in with us We'll hit you up with K Cutters I feels no n***as But I pitch no hittas Throw curve balls at they a** 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' n***a this is thug sh**, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them n***as I bets they love this n***a this is thug sh**, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them n***as I bets they love this [Chorus: repeat 2X] When my n***as and b**hes Go from rags to riches It'll be thug life and y'all still with me When my n***as and b**hes Go from rags to riches It'll be thug life again, so ride with me [Tre-6] (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, n***a 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 n***a dem rags to riches Wit' your boy C-O Money Mark, T double-D so b**h don't go [Money Mark] So n***a rolls, so every motha f**a get down the floors Get away from all your doors and windows Cause a n***a done pa**ed wit' a .44 And im'a let it go, like --boom-- Betta break ya-self, I can't take myself But k**a, n***a, 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 a** So let them 9's off [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] So mutha-f**ing sicka, stupid hoes and f** n***as Snitches and b**hes, yo hold on I'm gon' k** '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 n***a, 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 n***a that gives a f** about a b**h Unless you s**ing the f**ing ho and tryin' to get rich I need a b**h that can ball a n***a out Who can shoot a n***a best A b**h about stacks ho All this complaining ho, b**h about that Ever since I hold a benz, b**h be all in my face n***a this is thug sh**, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them n***as I bets they love this n***a this is thug sh**, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them n***as I bets they love this [Chorus] n***a this is thug sh**, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them n***as I bets they love this n***a this is thug sh**, thats all I represent You don't believe me, ask them n***as I bets they love this Thug life again so ride wit me Thug life again so ride wit me