Trick Daddy - Born a thug

Shorty gonna be,shorty wanna be,so he's gonna be,a straight thughis mama was a Gand daddy was a Gain't nothin left for him to bebut a thug(repeat chorus)This is a story bout a young niggawho's mama was a whoreand his daddy was a drug dealer Ridin' round the corner from 'em was the spotthey sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana His role model was an older niggawho kept a wad of hundredscause 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 cocaine came out It all started in the suburbs But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope And yo they used to call it free-base,but when it made it to my blockme 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 bitch that was buyin(Chorus 2x)And when he first hit middle school,he was a typical, ordinary, everyday-ass dude Around the time eighth grade came aroundhe had done made up his mind,nigga 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 nigga, shut it down Them lil' two-hundreds,that was a lot of money,especially for a young nigga sittin' round not doin' nothin Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood whodon't do shit for him They go another bill, another mouth to feed,oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop therehe gotta keep food in his criband keep the lights on,ain't like his daddy's comin' back home Now just imagine the role of a thirteen-year-oldwho's playin head of his household,now that shit's cold,but then again i suppose,you already know how the shit go(Chorus 2x)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 mamabut the other half, you knowthe kid had to keep it stashed But it's kinda hard to hide drug money,but it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for But when it comes to livin', money's nothin'bein' dead is freenow tell me,what would you rather be?Don't tell me,tell it to your childmake your talk worthwhile and the rest,he'll figure it out(Chorus)A Motherfuckin' thug...Nothin' left for him to be but a thug...Motherfuckin' thug...Nigga forced into this shit...(Chorus 2x)