Текст песни Trick Daddy f Tre6 - Rags to Riches
Trick Daddy f Tre6 - Rags to Riches слова песни
[Trick Daddy]Until the day a nigga D-I-E-I`ll be forever thuggin babyEver since I fuckingThese bitches loved it babyStill got the chron sonI used to be drug dealerX-men, Ex-con, forever thug niggaAround here we smoke a bitch I still book `em heavyCause I bought that benz,(uh-huh)That don`t mean I sold my chevyI love my seven-trey , I talk to `em everydayI ride around `em cool, I walk be `em yesterdayI`m from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys atCome through with that bullshit,My niggas don`t gonna handle datI fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-aSo if you fuckin with usWe`ll hit you up with K CuttersI feels no niggasBut I pitch no hittasThrow curve balls at they assThey gonna watch `em go get emI`m now the coo guy up the street up the block from em`I used to up my glocks on em, then take they blocks from em`Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I representYou don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love thisNigga this is thug shit, thats all I representYou don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this[Chorus: repeat 2X]When my niggaz and bitchesGo from rags to richesIt`ll be thug life and y`all still with meWhen my niggaz and bitchesGo from rags to richesIt`ll be thug life again, so ride with me[Tre-6](Uh-ohh)C-O, betta known as Mr. PiscopoPull out my dick and piss on hoesIn ya face while I spit these flowsLike you ain`t know, nigga we kick down doors to get that doughHit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your doughAnd we gonna get mo`For sho`, you know dat cheddar make it bettaAnd its thug life forever, and we all in dis togethaLike dun-a Dun-aNigga dem rags to richesWit` your boy C-O Money Mark, T double-D so bitch don`t go[Money Mark]So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floorsGet away from all your doors and windowsCause a nigga done passed wit` a .44And im`a let it go, like --boom--Betta break ya-self, I can`t take myselfBut killa, nigga, won`t have to make myselfAnd i`ll come to ya wake myselfI won`t send no dogs, no friends, no loot,No fool, no car, no clothes, no suitJust a note that say, he.. throughNow, now thanks to you,Me and tre gotta make up for these times lostWe bout` that cash, we on that assSo let them 9`s off[Chorus][Trick Daddy]So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggasSnitches and bitches, yo hold on I`m gon` kill `emAnd I`m just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep emSo I just peep em`, lay back and I book my reefaI`m a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistolsI got the choppers that i`ll bring down and won`t miss yaYou want a nigga that gives a fuck about a bitchUnless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin` to get richI need a bitch that can ball a nigga outWho can shoot a nigga bestA bitch about stacks hoAll this complaining ho, bitch about thatEver since I hold a benz, bitch be all in my faceNigga this is thug shit, thats all I representYou don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love thisNigga this is thug shit, thats all I representYou don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this[Chorus]Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I representYou don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love thisNigga this is thug shit, thats all I representYou don`t believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love thisThug life again so ride wit meThug life again so ride wit me