Trick Daddy You Damn Right Letras:[chorus x2] I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that I'm
doing it for the niggas who sittin and ain't
snitchin, And all the niggas who gone, I ain't
forget you, I'm still here waitin cause you still my nigga.
[Verse 1] Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my
people that's locked, they say he had another fight
(again), They say he got 30 days in the hole for
beatin a niggas ass for tryin him like a hoe
(thats my nigga), Treetum gone, all over coke, hit
him with conspiracy cause he was on the boat, they
say he'll do 15 at the most, We prayin for an
appeal, but it is what it is, my uncle real, my
uncle ain't snitchin, that's why I got a free lou
shirt with his picture, rich ass niggas nuts cross
on a nigga, Well fuck how they feel nigga I still
miss you (i still miss you), I represent it, For
niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and
those who ain't livin, And anybody else that died
in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars
cause they hustle.
[chorus x2] [Verse 2] I'm doin this one for the thugs, and them niggas on
the corner every morning gettin money, Yes sir,
and those who died by the gun, and now they dead
and gone, I'm doin this one for the deaf, the
crippled, and blind, For those who went strong,
and they lost they mind, I'm doin this one for the
low income, the slaws, the homies, the basers, and
bongs, For the good, they got to suffer with the
bad, and for the mother of the child with the dead
beat dad, For my lil brother who was just in the
crash, now he can't feel his arms or his legs, man,
I'm doin this one for the tears that were shed, for
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/v7iI]all the niggas that was sentenced to the state or
the feds, To all the does who was givin they bows
after talkin to the door while they homeboys told
[chorus x2] [Verse 3] Listen bra I know you waitin on that day to jump,
but keep ya head up boy because it's soon to come,
Cause you know the streets miss you they ask about
you errday, so you gotta maintian, Get up out this
okay, though I know you hot cause your homeboys
shittin on ya, fuck them niggas tho, You don't need
em on the real homie, real, real, you already know
what it is, bein locked up niggas don't give a
fuck, Only real niggas gon keep it treal with you,
and you know I'm blood, what you need im'a get you,
Cuz ima hold it down on some real shit nigga, bein
caged in the pen ain't for a real nigga, True fact
not fictions, I'm all in, do ya time like a G fuck
what the streets said, The way you drugged
gurantee youl be on ya feet man, ain't no bullshit
bra, you will see I ain't playin.
[chorus x2] [Verse 4] You see I do it for the hustle, and the niggas who
stood over pots and watched that shit bubble, And
them niggas stood on the block and watched that
money double, and the ones who stood up to cops
and ain't said nothin, Look, ain't that many alive,
but I know plenty ridin, my lil brother locked up,
doin 25, And when I get some change ima try and
change that, and just to think about the niggas I
can't bring back, And can we please have a moment
of silence, for all the niggas that's no longer
around us, For all the niggas that pro-longed in
the county and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga
we block raised, Cops couldn't stop pay, we got
rocks so we open up shop today, times is hard,
plus life is a mothafucka, We gotta ride low-key
and ride under cover.
[chorus x2] Don't think your forgotten about, counting down
until you get out, until then were holding it
down, were doing this for you.
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