Thug Money

(Trick Daddy talking)
 If its bout that money
 Then you gots to kill them, haha
 Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh
 I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthaf**ka tonite
 (Trick Daddy yells)
 Nigga
 (Chorus) 4x
 Thug Money got blood on it
 Plus a little residue
 Boy, I'm telling you
 I put my heart on it
 I'm thinking back when I was younger
 I usta hustle in the summer
 No time for crime
 I had to help my mama
 And I love the rainy weather
 Make me hustle better
 Running into partner in na ghetto
 Trying to get my shitt together
 However, I'm giving these f**k niggas pillars
 Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers
 For my niggas
 They keep they fingers on the triggers
 Cause they heard about you business
 And these f**k niggas trying to end this
 So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli
 Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti
 Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this
 slanging, robbing, and shooting
 Even neighborhood polluted
 I'm ready to do this and like weed
 I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted
 If the shit move, I shoot it
 Hold on
 (Chorus)
 I'm doing this one for my homies
 Who left his baby mama lonely
 Got chur-en dat neva saw him, got kids who don't even know him
 Got to count his blessings sent
 Cause one chance be his only lesson
 For the homies all be missing, his son's got stronger missions
 Hold on
 Don't fall
 Cause I've been there
 And I know
 Cause see all my niggas anit dope dealers
 But they killers, for sure
 They call us thugs, so give us our own section in the club
 Allow us to use our drugs
 Nigga what, nigga what
 Say it
 (Chorus)4x
 I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird
 And no clues on how the Feds got the inside word
 He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone
 And anit no telling when the boy getting back home
 See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those bustos
 Especially, when you getting in front of muscle
 Cause them fools will try to touch ya
 They know you dying for yours
 So from day one, they don't trust ya
 This whole style I be living for
 Sometimes, look like I'm running fast speed
 And this old bad luck taking me lower
 Life's full of lies, theres too many guys
 Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga tried
 When it's gone get bettter, seems like never
 In this life we live
 Us niggas just can't stick together
 However, I guess a change got to come from this
 One day, but right now, I can't accomplish shitt
 Patience for the frustration
 Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing
 So I'm living on the edge
 I'm thugging til I'm dead, yeah
 Standing free from them suckers and far away from them Feds
 I say I never had no job, always rott
 Living in the park, back when I was scared
 And then things got better, my pockets got fatter
 Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters
 Nigga came across a key and turned it into three
 And got my f**k ass emenies running from me
 And saying...
 (Chorus)2x
 Thug Money got blood on it
 Plus a little residue
 Boa, I'm telling you
 I put my heart on it
 Tha thug Money got blood on it
 Tha thug Money got blood on it