In Too Deep movie - Thug Money lyrics

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Song by Trick Daddy<br /><br>

[Trick Daddy talking]<br>

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If its bout that money<br>

Then you gots to kill them, haha<br>

Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh<br>

I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonite<br>

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[Trick Daddy yells]<br>

Nigga<br>

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[Chorus 4x]<br>

Thug Money got blood on it<br>

Plus a little residue<br>

Boy, I'm telling you<br>

I put my heart on it<br>

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I'm thinking back when I was younger<br>

I usta hustle in the summer<br>

No time for crime<br>

I had to help my mama<br>

And I love the rainy weather<br>

Make me hustle better<br>

Running into partner in na ghetto<br>

Trying to get my shitt together<br>

However, I'm giving these fuck niggas pillars<br>

Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers<br>

For my niggas<br>

They keep they fingers on the triggers<br>

Cause they heard about you business<br>

And these fuck niggas trying to end this<br>

So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli<br>

Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti<br>

Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this<br>

slanging, robbing, and shooting<br>

Even neighborhood polluted<br>

I'm ready to do this and like weed<br>

I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted<br>

If the shit move, I shoot it<br>

Hold on<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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I'm doing this one for my homies<br>

Who left his baby mama lonely<br>

Got chur-en dat neva saw him, got kids who don't even know him<br>

Got to count his blessings sent<br>

Cause one chance be his only lesson<br>

For the homies all be missing, his son's got stronger missions<br>

Hold on<br>

Don't fall<br>

Cause I've been there<br>

And I know<br>

Cause see all my niggas anit dope dealers<br>

But they killers, for sure<br>

They call us thugs, so give us our own section in the club<br>

Allow us to use our drugs<br>

Nigga what, nigga what<br>

Say it<br>

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[Chorus 4x]<br>

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I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird<br>

And no clues on how the Feds got the inside word<br>

He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone<br>

And anit no telling when the boy getting back home<br>

See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those bustos<br>

Especially, when you getting in front of muscle<br>

Cause them fools will try to touch ya<br>

They know you dying for yours<br>

So from day one, they don't trust ya<br>

This whole style I be living for<br>

Sometimes, look like I'm running fast speed<br>

And this old bad luck taking me lower<br>

Life's full of lies, theres too many guys<br>

Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga tried<br>

When it's gone get bettter, seems like never<br>

In this life we live<br>

Us niggas just can't stick together<br>

However, I guess a change got to come from this<br>

One day, but right now, I can't accomplish shitt<br>

Patience for the frustration<br>

Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing<br>

So I'm living on the edge<br>

I'm thugging til I'm dead, yeah<br>

Standing free from them suckers and far away from them Feds<br>

I say I never had no job, always rott<br>

Living in the park, back when I was scared<br>

And then things got better, my pockets got fatter<br>

Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters<br>

Nigga came across a key and turned it into three<br>

And got my fuck ass emenies running from me<br>

And saying....<br>

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[Chorus 2x]<br>

Thug Money got blood on it<br>

Plus a little residue<br>

Boa, I'm telling you<br>

I put my heart on it<br>

Tha thug Money got blood on it<br>

Tha thug Money got blood on it<br>

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