Thug Life Again - Money Mark

[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, f**k 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 catch ya' they'll hide 'cha a*s for so long And they'll ship ya' a*s 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 life nigga f**k nigga's die in thug life f**k nigga's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeed f**k nigga's ain't gone never have no money Cause them real nigga's can take it f**k nigga's can keep calling the police You f**k nigga's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a nigga This motherf**king thug life you pus*y a*s cunt d**k s*cking, d**k licking a*s, d**k in the bootie, f**k flauging a*s nigga, ya'll nigga's know who ya'll is f**k ya, one time, for them motherf**king killers One time for the dope dealers One time for any motherf**ker in America, who 'bout some war 'Bout some legal getting money shit, tax free biiitch!!! [Chorus comes back on to repeat 2x]