Born A Thug

[Hook: Trick Daddy] Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be So he's gonna be A straight thug His mama was a G And daddy was a G Ain't nothin' left for him to be But a thug (x2) [Verse 1] This is a story bout a young nigga Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer Ridin' 'round the corner from 'em was the spot They sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana His role model was an older nigga Who kept a wad of hundreds cause he had a whole lot of money Now keep in mind this is 'round the time that Miami niggas was really tryin' to put it down That's back when the pimp game played out That next year crack cocaine came out And it all started in the suburbs But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope And yo they used to call it free-base But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called it Crack Rock We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em Nickels and dimes to any bitch that was buyin' [Hook] [Verse 2] And when he first hit middle school He was a typical, ordinary, everyday ass dude Around the time eighth grade came around He had done made up his mind, a nigga can't lay down now His first job, he was a watch out He had to scream one time every time the cops hit the block We used to call him Bo Brown Cause when he came around, close shop nigga, shut it down Them lil' two-hundreds That was a lot of money for a young nigga sittin' 'round not doin' nothin' Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood Who don't do shit for him They go another bill, another mouth to feed Oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop there He gotta keep food in his crib and keep the lights on Ain't like his daddy's comin' back home Now just imagine the role of a thirteen year old Who playin' head of his household, now that shit's cold But then again I suppose You already know how the shit go [Hook] [Verse 3] He advanced from watch out man to lieutenant And now he got two feet waist deep in it And he control the whole operation But it's kinda different cause he's dealin' with some stiff competition And everybody wants to be buddies All of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money And he ain't never too flashy wit it Not into cars and jewels, just nice clothes and new shoes Half of the money went straight to his mama But the other half, you know, the kid had to keep it stashed But it's kinda hard to hide drug money But it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for But when it comes to livin', money's nothin' Bein' dead is free now tell me, what would you rather be? Don't tell me, tell it to your child Make your talk worthwhile and the rest, he'll figure it out [Hook] [Outro] Motherfuckin' thug Nothin' left for him to be but a thug Motherfuckin' thug Nigga forced into this shit, damn Over and over again [Hook]