Trick Daddy - Thug Life Again lyrics

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