Thug Niggas Don't Live That Long

Trick Daddy

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    from Oz soundtrack

    You gon save that?

    Na na na na naaaaaa
    Na na na na naaaaaa
    Yea

    Thug niggas don't live that long
    (Thug niggas don't live that long)
    Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
    But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
    (I'll be waiting for you)

    I wanna buy me a Benz but I'm fifty-grand short
    I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
    2 freaks is in the jungle now
    I'm taking care of mama now
    My lil' dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
    I got you bobbin' to this real shit
    So reason why a nigga kill shit
    That's how it is shit
    See papa was a rolling stone
    He left mama alone

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    She raised us on her own
    Them bitches curious
    Why I'm soo motherfucking serious
    Hard times got me pumped up and furious
    I want y'all to free all my dogs
    Before I get my gun and start killin' your halls
    Call me the butcherman
    I take my beef straight to the man
    I put it so only thug niggas understand
    Keep bitches out your game get paid
    Just remember and respect what the old girl said

    Chorus

    I got some niggas on the other side
    One day I got to take a ride
    And let them know I still represent the Southside
    No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's
    I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
    And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
    Big ends steering wheel made of wood
    I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga
    I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
    Who gon die next
    Who mama gon' cry next
    Who sister get to wear the black dress
    That's how we living though
    Dead and gone before he twenty-four
    Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
    As I continue with this thug shit
    With all this blood and shit
    But all us thug niggas love this
    For the love of greed and riches
    But money don't need no bitches
    So I'm killin' all snitches

    Chorus

    I'm doing this one for the thugs
    and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
    Yes sir (repeat 2x)

    If I was a hundred dollar bill
    I'd make you niggas kill for me
    Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
    Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me
    Just to pay a bitch bills with me
    I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking
    A bitch better fuck for pregnent nuts
    You see it be them same niggas
    'Cause coochie ass lame niggas
    (Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
    Now picture me as a killer
    Young black dope dealer
    I'm doing this one for my niggas
    Who ride for this
    Who even lost they life for this
    And them niggas who survivin this
    They don't live that long

    Chorus 2x

    Thug niggas don't live that long

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