Lirik Lagu Thug Life Again - Trick Daddy
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Verse 1: Money Mark
It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streetsLet alone trying to make cheese in the streetsNigga's bleeding in the streetsSo I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger upAnd I'm ridin' for Buddy RoeCause he jammed in itMy dog got slammed in itI even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minuteThis the street life, cracker think a nigga fadelessCause I'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, fuck this niggaNigga's life for dope and nigga's die for dopeAnd nigga's die cause they live on dopeAnd I remember when I told 'cha RoeI would've shed blood for ya'A nigga still got much love for ya'Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean thatUntil the day a nigga lean backThis how a nigga show you real loveA dedication to them real thugsCause we the last one's livin'
Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy
All I need to get on is a few good men with big gunsWe can break Buddy Roe out the pinAnd then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
Verse 2: Trick Daddy
I'm 'bout a G short, not beesOne of my (???) got caught with three ki'sAnd he ain't taking no pleasRide or die, holla thug lifeI know the feeling, I know exactly what it look likeBuddy Roe you better hold onCause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha ass for so longAnd they'll ship ya' ass so farThey'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' carHell, I rather the go to war with 'emThey got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'emBullets that explode in 'emHuh, and I don't see no vestBut cha'll know the restThat rapid fire hit 'em right in the chestHis mammy gotta right 'em a checkFor the rose for the dead manHuh, you understand, nigga it's thug life again
Chorus: repeat 4x
All I need to get on is a few good men with big gunsJust to break Buddy Roe out the pinAnd then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
Trick Daddy talking:Thug life nigga fuck nigga's die in thug lifeFuck nigga's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeedFuck nigga's ain't gone never have no moneyCause them real nigga's can take itFuck nigga's can keep calling the policeYou fuck nigga's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a niggaThis motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cuntdick sucking, dick licking ass,dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga,ya'll nigga's know who ya'll isFuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killersOne time for the dope dealersOne 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
It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streetsLet alone trying to make cheese in the streetsNigga's bleeding in the streetsSo I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger upAnd I'm ridin' for Buddy RoeCause he jammed in itMy dog got slammed in itI even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minuteThis the street life, cracker think a nigga fadelessCause I'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, fuck this niggaNigga's life for dope and nigga's die for dopeAnd nigga's die cause they live on dopeAnd I remember when I told 'cha RoeI would've shed blood for ya'A nigga still got much love for ya'Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean thatUntil the day a nigga lean backThis how a nigga show you real loveA dedication to them real thugsCause we the last one's livin'
Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy
All I need to get on is a few good men with big gunsWe can break Buddy Roe out the pinAnd then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
Verse 2: Trick Daddy
I'm 'bout a G short, not beesOne of my (???) got caught with three ki'sAnd he ain't taking no pleasRide or die, holla thug lifeI know the feeling, I know exactly what it look likeBuddy Roe you better hold onCause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha ass for so longAnd they'll ship ya' ass so farThey'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' carHell, I rather the go to war with 'emThey got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'emBullets that explode in 'emHuh, and I don't see no vestBut cha'll know the restThat rapid fire hit 'em right in the chestHis mammy gotta right 'em a checkFor the rose for the dead manHuh, you understand, nigga it's thug life again
Chorus: repeat 4x
All I need to get on is a few good men with big gunsJust to break Buddy Roe out the pinAnd then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
Trick Daddy talking:Thug life nigga fuck nigga's die in thug lifeFuck nigga's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeedFuck nigga's ain't gone never have no moneyCause them real nigga's can take itFuck nigga's can keep calling the policeYou fuck nigga's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a niggaThis motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cuntdick sucking, dick licking ass,dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga,ya'll nigga's know who ya'll isFuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killersOne time for the dope dealersOne 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
