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Trick Daddy( Maurice Young )
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Thug Money
Lyricist:Webb Dwayne T, Young Maurice
If it's 'bout that money Then you gots to kill them, haha Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonight Nigga
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it
I'm thinking back when I was younger I usta hustle in the summer No time for crime I had to help my mama
And I love the rainy weather Make me hustle better Running into partner in da ghetto Trying to get my shit together
However, I'm giving these fuck niggas pillars Robbing fake dope dealers And these fake ass killers for my niggas They keep they fingers on the triggers
'Cause they heard about you business And these fuck niggas trying to end this So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti
Call us foolish, 'cause of how we feel the way we do this Slanging, robbing and shooting even neighborhood polluted I'm ready to do this and like weed I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted If the shit move, I shoot it, hold on
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it
I'm doing this one for my homies Who left his baby mama lonely Got chur-en dat neva saw him Got kids who don't even know him
Got to count his blessings sent 'Cause one chance be his only lesson For the homies all be missing His son's got stronger missions
Hold on, don't fall, 'cause I've been there And I know, 'cause see all my niggas ain't dope dealers Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But they killers, for sure, they call us thugs So give us our own section in the club Allow us to use our drugs, nigga what, nigga what, say it
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it
I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird And no clues on how the Feds got the inside word He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone And ain't no telling when the boy getting back home See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those ain't Especially, when you getting in front of muscle
'Cause them fools will try to touch ya They know you dying for yours So from day one, they don't trust ya This whole style I be living for
Sometimes, look like I'm running fast speed And this old bad luck taking me lower Life's full of lies, there's too many guys Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga tried
When it's gone get better, seems like never In this life we live Us niggas just can't stick together However, I guess a change got to come from this One day, but right now, I can't accomplish shit
Patience for the frustration Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing So I'm living on the edge I'm thugging till I'm dead, yeah
Standing free from them suckers and far away from them Feds I say I never had no job, always rot Living in the park, back when I was scared And then things got better, my pockets got fatter
Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters Nigga came across a key and turned it into three And got my fuck ass emenies running from me And saying
Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it
Tha thug Money got blood on it Tha thug Money got blood on it
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