Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - Rags To Riches

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[Trick Daddy]

Until the day a nigga D-I-E-

I'll be forever thuggin baby

Ever since I fucking

These bitches loved it baby

Still got the chron son

I used to be drug dealer

X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga

Around here we smoke a bitch I still book 'em heavy

Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh)

Damn me I sold my chevy

I love my ? , I talk to 'em everyday

I ride around 'em cool, I walk be 'em yesterday

I'm from the southwest, where niggas drive chevys at

Come through with that bullshit,

My niggas don't gonna handle dat

I fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a

So if you fuckin with us

We'll hit you up with K Cutters

I feels no niggas

But I pitch no hittas

The curve balls at they ass

They gonna watch 'em go get em

I'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 represent

You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this

Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent

You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

When my niggaz and bitches

Go from rags to riches

It'll be thug life and yall still with me

When my niggaz and bitches

Go from rags to riches

It'll be thug life again, so ride wit me

[Tre-6]

(Uh-ohh)

C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo

Pull out my dick and piss on hoes

In ya face while I spit these flows

Like you ain't know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough

Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough

And we gonna get mo'

For sho', you know dat cheddar make it betta

And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha

Like dun-a Dun-a

Nigga dem rags to riches

Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so bitch don't go

[Trick Daddy]

So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floors

Get away from all your doors and windows

Cause a nigga done passed wit' a .44

And im'a let it go, like --boom--

Betta break ya-self, I can't take myself

But killa, nigga, won't have to make myself

And i'll come to ya wake myself

I won't send no dogs, no friends, no loot,

No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit

Just a note that say, he.. through

Now, now thanks to you,

Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost

We bout' that cash, we on that ass

So let them 9's off

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]

So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas

Snitches and bitches, yo hold on I'm gon' kill 'em -(CHECK)

And I'm just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em

So I just peep em', lay back and I book my reefa

I'm a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols

I got the choppers that i'll bring down and won't miss ya

You want a nigga that gives a fuck about a bitch

Unless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin' to get rich

I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out

Who can shoot a nigga best

A bitch about stacks ho

All this complaining ho, bitch about that

Ever since I hold a benz, bitch be all on my back

Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent

You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this

Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent

You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this

[Chorus]

Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent

You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this

Nigga this is thug shit, thats all I represent

You don't believe me, ask them niggas I bets they love this

Thug life again so ride wit me

Thug life again so ride wit me

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