Trick Daddy lyrics
Trick Daddy lyrics
"Thug Life Again lyrics"
Images Of Our Extinction lyrics
I climbed the stairs of loneliness from where I saw a darker sky of images torn under fire and debris of the human race I realized the pain on earth the bitterness of our existence I forced myself to see some more fronted the horror of our inevitable extinction Mediocre beings without strong passions left in the mercy of altruistic fantasies
(feat. Money Mark of Tre+6)I climbed the stairs of loneliness from where I saw a darker sky of images torn under fire and debris of the human race I realized the pain on earth the bitterness of our existence I forced myself to see some more fronted the horror of our inevitable extinction Mediocre beings without strong passions left in the mercy of altruistic fantasies
[Verse 1: Money Mark]
It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets
Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets
Nigga's bleeding in the streets
So I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger up
And I'm ridin' for Buddy Roe
Cause he jammed in it
My dog got slammed in it
I even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minute
This the street life, cracker think a nigga fadeless
Cause I'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, fuck this nigga
Nigga's life for dope and nigga's die for dope
And nigga's die cause they live on dope
And I remember when I told 'cha Roe
I would've shed blood for ya'
A nigga still got much love for ya'
Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that
Until the day a nigga lean back
This how a nigga show you real love
A dedication to them real thugs
Cause we the last one's livin'
[Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy]
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
We can break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
I'm 'bout a G short, not bees
One of my (???) got caught with three ki's
And he ain't taking no pleas
Ride or die, holla thug life
I know the feeling, I know exactly what it look like
Buddy Roe you better hold on
Cause when the crackers
Train Travelin' lyrics
(feat. The Del McCoury Band) Everytime I hear that whistle whine From a lonesome locomotive comin' down the line It carries my mind away to another place in time When train travelin' across the land was the only way to fly Am I a fool to think it glamorous Box-carrin' like a hobo, it must have been rough Bu
catch ya' they'll hide 'cha ass for so long(feat. The Del McCoury Band) Everytime I hear that whistle whine From a lonesome locomotive comin' down the line It carries my mind away to another place in time When train travelin' across the land was the only way to fly Am I a fool to think it glamorous Box-carrin' like a hobo, it must have been rough Bu
And they'll ship ya' ass so far
They'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' car
Hell, I rather the go to war with 'em
They got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'em
Bullets that explode in 'em
Huh, and I don't see no vest
But cha'll know the rest
That rapid fire hit 'em right in the chest
His mammy gotta right 'em a check
For the rose for the dead man
Huh, you understand, nigga it's thug life again
[Chorus: repeat 4x]
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
[Trick Daddy talking:]
Thug l
1 2 3 lyrics
from the bowery to the brimstone i tried to find your heart with drugs of initiation the bottom of a barrel that drops i understand your causes sympathize the motivation but all the details of this war are just self-infatuation and it's 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home manic blood runs thick my friend are you look
ife nigga fuck nigga's die in thug lifefrom the bowery to the brimstone i tried to find your heart with drugs of initiation the bottom of a barrel that drops i understand your causes sympathize the motivation but all the details of this war are just self-infatuation and it's 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home manic blood runs thick my friend are you look
Fuck nigga's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeed
Fuck nigga's ain't gone never have no money
Cause them real nigga's can take it
Fuck nigga's can keep calling the police
You fuck nigga's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a nigga
This motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cunt
dick sucking, dick licking ass,
dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga,
ya'll nigga's know who ya'll is
Fuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killers
One time for the dope dealers
One time for any motherfucker in America, who 'bout some war
'Bout some legal getting money shit, tax free biiitch!!!
[Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x]