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Lyrics for Thug Money by Trick Daddy:
| | | Artist: | Trick Daddy |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Thug Money | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 51 | | | | Lyrics: | Trick Daddy talking]
If its 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
tonite
[Trick Daddy yells]
Nigga
[Chorus 4x]
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 na ghetto
Trying to get my shitt 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
[Chorus]
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 anit dope dealers
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
[Chorus4x]
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 anit no telling when the
boy getting back home
See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those
bustos
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, theres too many guys
Who need to compete and God
knowns a nigga tried
When it's gone get bettter, 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 shitt
Patience for the
frustration
Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing
So I'm living on the
edge
I'm thugging til I'm dead, yeah
Standing free from them suckers and far away from
them Feds
I say I never had no job, always rott
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....
[Chorus2x]
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus
a little residue
Boa, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it
Tha thug Money got blood
on it
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