《Born a Thug》是Trick Daddy演唱的歌曲，收錄於專輯《Back By Thug Demand (Explicit Content U.S. Version)》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Born a Thug
- 所屬專輯：Back By Thug Demand (Explicit Content U.S. Version)
- 歌曲原唱：Trick Daddy
- 發行日期：2006年12月18日
歌曲歌詞
This has been a Goldrush production
Shorty 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
This is a story bout a young ni**a
Who's mama was a whore
And his daddy was a drug dealer
Ridin' round the corner from 'em was the spot
They sold w**d lace base h****n and marijuana
His role model was an older ni**a
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 coc*ine came out
It all started in the suburbs
But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good d**e
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
Nickles and dimes to any b**ch that was buyin
And when he first hit middle school
He was a typical ordinary everyday-a** dude
Around the time eighth grade came around
He had done made up his mind
Ni**a can't lay down now
His first job was a watch-out
He had to scream one time everytime the cops hit the block
We used to call him Bo Brown
Cause when he came around
Close shop ni**a shut it down
Them lil' two-hundreds
That was a lot of money
Especially for a young ni**a sittin' round not doin' nothin
Plus his mama had a newborn from an old ni**a out the hood who
Don't do sh*t for him
They go another bill another mouth to feed
Oh well yo a ni**a 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's playin head of his household
Now that sh*t's cold
But then again i suppose
You already know how the sh*t go
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 d**e but none of this sh*t'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
A Motherf**kin' thug
Nothin' left for him to be but a thug
Motherf**kin' thug
Ni**a forced into this sh*t
