Trick Daddy - Thug Money Lyrics
Trick Daddy talking]If its bout that moneyThen you gots to kill them, hahaCome here nigga, that's the only way, uhI'mi wake Hollywood up in this mutha*****a tonite[Trick Daddy yells]Nigga[Chorus 4x]Thug Money got blood on itPlus a little residueBoy, I'm telling youI put my heart on itI'm thinking back when I was youngerI usta hustle in the summerNo time for crimeI had to help my mamaAnd I love the rainy weatherMake me hustle betterRunning into partner in na ghettoTrying to get my shitt togetherHowever, I'm giving these ***** niggas pillarsRobbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killersFor my niggasThey keep they fingers on the triggersCause they heard about you businessAnd these ***** niggas trying to end thisSo I'm ready, just riding dirty in the ChelliMe and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fettiCall us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do thisslanging, robbing, and shootingEven neighborhood pollutedI'm ready to do this and like weedI'm always louted with duck tape ya mutedIf the shit move, I shoot itHold on[Chorus]I'm doing this one for my homiesWho left his baby mama lonelyGot chur-en dat neva saw him, got kids who don't even know himGot to count his blessings sentCause one chance be his only lessonFor the homies all be missing, his son's got stronger missionsHold onDon't fallCause I've been thereAnd I knowCause see all my niggas anit dope dealersBut they killers, for sureThey call us thugs, so give us our own section in the clubAllow us to use our drugsNigga what, nigga whatSay it[Chorus4x]I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a birdAnd no clues on how the Feds got the inside wordHe left his real homies home and all my thug niggas goneAnd anit no telling when the boy getting back homeSee everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those bustosEspecially, when you getting in front of muscleCause them fools will try to touch yaThey know you dying for yoursSo from day one, they don't trust yaThis whole style I be living forSometimes, look like I'm running fast speedAnd this old bad luck taking me lowerLife's full of lies, theres too many guysWho need to compete and God knowns a nigga triedWhen it's gone get bettter, seems like neverIn this life we liveUs niggas just can't stick togetherHowever, I guess a change got to come from thisOne day, but right now, I can't accomplish shittPatience for the frustrationWaiting to die for the troubles that I'm facingSo I'm living on the edgeI'm thugging til I'm dead, yeahStanding free from them suckers and far away from them FedsI say I never had no job, always rottLiving in the park, back when I was scaredAnd then things got better, my pockets got fatterWent from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweatersNigga came across a key and turned it into threeAnd got my ***** ass emenies running from meAnd saying....[Chorus2x]Thug Money got blood on itPlus a little residueBoa, I'm telling youI put my heart on itTha thug Money got blood on itTha thug Money got blood on it
