Trick Daddy Born a Thug Letras:
Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
ain't nothin' left for him to be
But a thug

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
But nothin' left for him to be
But a thug

This is a story bout a young nigga
Who's mama was a whore and his
daddy was a drug dealer
Ridin' 'round the corner
from 'em was the spot
They sold weed, lace, base,
heroin and marijuana

His role model was an older nigga
Who kept a wad of hundreds
'cause 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
And 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
block, me and my boys called
it Crack Rock
We used to cook it up and
bag it up and sell 'em
Nickels and dimes to any
bitch that was buyin'

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothin' left for him to be
But a thug

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothin' left for him to be
But a thug

And when he first hit middle school
He was a typical, ordinary,
everyday ass dude
Around the time eighth grade came around
He had done made up his mind, a
nigga can't lay down now

His first job, he was a watch out
He had to scream one time
every time 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
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That was a lot of money for
a young nigga sittin' 'round
not doin' nothin'
Plus his mama had a newborn
from an old nigga out the hood
Who don't do shit for him

They go another bill,
another mouth to feed
Oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop there
He gotta keep food in his crib
and keep the lights on
ain't like his daddy's comin' back home

Now just imagine the role of
a thirteen year old
Who playin' head of his
household, now that shit's cold
But then again I suppose
You already know how the shit go

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothin' left for him to be
But a thug

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothin' left for him to be
But a thug

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 mama
But the other half, you
know, the 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 free now
tell me, what would you
rather be?
don't tell me, tell it to your child
Make your talk worthwhile
and the rest, he'll figure it out

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothin' left for him to be
But a thug

Motherfuckin' thug
Nothin' left for him to be but a thug
Motherfuckin' thug
Nigga forced into this shit, damn
Over and over again

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothin' left for him to be
But a thug

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothin' left for him to be
But a thug
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