Trick Daddy - Born a Thug lyrics

This has been a Goldrush production... 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 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 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 b**h that was buyin (Chorus 2x) 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, n***a 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 n***a, shut it down Them lil' two-hundreds, That was a lot of money, Especially 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's playin head of his household, Now that sh**'s cold, But then again i suppose, You already know how the sh** 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 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 (Chorus) A Motherf**in' thug... Nothin' left for him to be but a thug... Motherf**in' thug... n***a forced into this sh**... (Chorus 2x)