[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 gounless 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 itwait a damn minute
This the street lifecracker think a nigga fadeless
Cause I m tryin to make it out the matrixfuck 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
Niggabelieve thatand 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 niggathug life niggahuh
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
I m bout a G shortnot bees
One of my (???) got caught with three ki s
And he ain t taking no pleas
Ride or dieholla thug life
I know the feelingI 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
HellI rather the go to war with em
They got guns but my guns skreeting mo with em
Bullets that explode in em
Huhand 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
Huhyou understandnigga 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 niggathug life niggahuh
[Trick Daddy talking:]
Thug life nigga fuck nigga s die in thug life
Fuck nigga s ain t gone never be shitain 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 suckingdick licking ass
dick in the bootiefuck flauging ass nigga
ya ll nigga s know who ya ll is
Fuck yaone timefor them motherfucking killers
One time for the dope dealers
One time for any motherfucker in Americawho bout some war
Bout some legal getting money shittax free biiitch!!!
[Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x]

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