Trick Daddy

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Artist: Trick Daddy
Album: www.thug.com
Song: for the thugs
Typed by: Jamal_Carter@hotmail.com

For the thugs
Yes sir, ha ha
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
Yes sir
My boy dooda, wa's up fool
(Down South)
Tut, ha ha haa
We've been seen (Aye yo C!), they on a roll
hurry up toller Typ, come on, they got guns
(I'm doin' this one for the thugs)
They got big guns!
They wanna go to war toller Typ
Hah?(Yes sir, for the thugs)
they don't wanna die, they don't mean that
Hah

[verse 1]
If it wasn't for the Hennesey
and thug livin' for my enemy
my brother still be alive and apart of me
so I, say a prayer for that playa
and I, take my fire everywhere, see
Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs
another name on the wall
they keep takin the fall
yes I be livin though
dead and gone befo' we twenty fo'
or in jail but cha'll don't here me though
is this world about to end
if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends
and why I'm livin' wit my kid
and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz
its kinda hard for the black man
I watch the million man march for the black man
and through the sun and rain
I love enjoyin' pain
I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey

[chorus]
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the boys down south much love
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs and the boys in the city much love
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the dogs in the grove much love

[verse 2]
See, I, I, gotta called from the crib
my dawg got killed
gotta all my homies in tears
and we don't know who the killas is
it could of been the lick
it could of been the hit
I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so
we put his face on a shirt
and shedded tears for the game
(a thug in memory boy)
cuz it's hard to hide the pain
they teach us some better thangs
the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change
thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit
ride or roll take sides for yo dog
suppose to die for your dogs, shit
hard time in gangsta livin'
and got us villian chillin'
try to start no crossin' me and you so
and you cry for yo' dogs
Hell, I don't understand
man, I say a prayer to all of y'all
and for the cause
for my mother****in' dogs
toller Typ!

[chorus]
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my Carol City niggas much love
for my thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my niggas out in Gouls
for the thugs

[verse 3]
If it was a hundred dollar bill
would ya, could ya ride for me
start a fight, better yet, would you die for me
under oath baby girl would you lie for me
getta gackin open 5 for me
now would you cry for me
turna trick, or do or die for me
food stamps, if you apply for me
well certified for me
can't count but you'll try for me
or do it all for me
Huh?

[chorus]
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
(for the thugs)
(for the thugs)
(for the thugs!)
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the niggas out in Opa-Locka
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the boys doin' time in the pen
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my dogs out the Heights much love

for my motha****in' dogs
**** y'all
**** y'all, others
mother****ers
faze brothers
suckers, bluffers,
we ain't nonthing but sho' nuffers
Bitch, feed ya fish

(for the thugs, for the thugs)


Lyrics by:

http://www.lyrics.com / http://ohhla.com/anonymous/trickdad/www_thug/thethugs.tdd.txt

 

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Back in the Days

Artist: Trick Daddy
Album: www.thug.com
Song: Back in the Days


Back in the days
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's
More afros than braids
Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggaz done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro
toller Typ you don't know

And I'm thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for ****in round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wudn't bout a name
Plus it wudn't no thang
To kill a toller Typ and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "**** you hoes"
stay the **** out the chain gang

hook

Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll **** ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they cant hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who ****ed in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the glock
But every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught
And every car that ya drop
The ninety-seven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt
And every crib you done built
With no mutha****in guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
**** niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script

hook

See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed
I mean a toller Typ done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we aint tryin to be friends
Ya wudn't tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See toller Typ
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey

hook