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[Verse 1: Money Mark]



It`s hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets

Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets

Nigga`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 nigga fadeless

Cause I`m tryin` to make it out the matrix, fuck this nigga

Nigga`s life for dope and nigga`s die for dope

And nigga`s die cause they live on dope

And I remember when I told `cha Roe

I would`ve shed blood for ya`

A nigga still got much love for ya`

Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that

Until the day a nigga lean back

This how a nigga 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 nigga, thug life nigga, 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 ass for so long

And they`ll ship ya` ass 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, nigga 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 nigga, thug life nigga, huh



[Trick Daddy talking:]

Thug life nigga fuck nigga`s die in thug life

Fuck nigga`s ain`t gone never be shit, ain`t gone never succeed

Fuck nigga`s ain`t gone never have no money

Cause them real nigga`s can take it

Fuck nigga`s can keep calling the police

You fuck nigga`s can keep crossing ya`ll (???) on a nigga

This motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cunt

dick sucking, dick licking ass,

dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga,

ya`ll nigga`s know who ya`ll is

Fuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killers

One time for the dope dealers

One time for any motherfucker in America, who `bout some war

`Bout some legal getting money shit, tax free biiitch!!!



[Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x]

[Verse 1: Money Mark]



It`s hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets

Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets

Nigga`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 nigga fadeless

Cause I`m tryin` to make it out the matrix, fuck this nigga

Nigga`s life for dope and nigga`s die for dope

And nigga`s die cause they live on dope

And I remember when I told `cha Roe

I would`ve shed blood for ya`

A nigga still got much love for ya`

Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that

Until the day a nigga lean back

This how a nigga 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 nigga, thug life nigga, 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 ass for so long

And they`ll ship ya` ass 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, nigga 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 nigga, thug life nigga, huh



[Trick Daddy talking:]

Thug life nigga fuck nigga`s die in thug life

Fuck nigga`s ain`t gone never be shit, ain`t gone never succeed

Fuck nigga`s ain`t gone never have no money

Cause them real nigga`s can take it

Fuck nigga`s can keep calling the police

You fuck nigga`s can keep crossing ya`ll (???) on a nigga

This motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cunt

dick sucking, dick licking ass,

dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga,

ya`ll nigga`s know who ya`ll is

Fuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killers

One time for the dope dealers

One time for any motherfucker in America, who `bout some war

`Bout some legal getting money shit, tax free biiitch!!!



[Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x]

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