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 dealerRidin' round the corner from 'em was the spotthey sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuanaHis role model was an older niggawho kept a wad of hundredscause he had a whole lot of moneyNow keep in mind this is round the time thatMiami niggas was really tryin to put it downThat's back when the pimp game played out,That next year crack cocaine came outIt all started in the suburbsBut only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dopeAnd yo they used to call it free-base,but when it made it to my blockme and my boys called it crack rockWe 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 dudeAround the time eighth grade came aroundhe had done made up his mind,nigga can't lay down nowHis first job was a watch-out,he had to scream one time everytime the cops hit the blockWe used to call him Bo Brown,cause when he came around,close shop nigga, shut it downThem lil' two-hundreds,that was a lot of money,especially for a young nigga sittin' round not doin' nothinPlus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood whodon't do shit for himThey 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 homeNow 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 competitionAnd everybody wants to be buddies,all of a sudden friends but then again all they see is moneyAnd he ain't never too flashy wit it,not into cars and jewels,just nice clothes and new shoesHalf of the money went straight to his mamabut the other half, you knowthe kid had to keep it stashedBut it's kinda hard to hide drug money,but it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying forBut 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)