the thug pit (Violent J) It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit (Layzie Bone) We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit (Violent
the struggle, and anybody else behind bars cause they hustle. [chorus x2] [verse 2] Im doin this one for the thugs, and them niggas on the corner every morning gettin money
't stop like puffin' it Whether it's crack or rap hustlin' 'cause we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes) [Hook] [Trick Daddy
hear me though As I continue with this thug shit With all this blood and shit But all us thug niggas love this For the love of greed and riches But money
to West Palm Call me the butcher man The cookie cook it man I got a soft You wanna hard I guess I'll burn it then [Trick Daddy Hook:] Trick Daddy Dollars
D's Trick Daddy, look at ya muthafuckin' eyes, you look like you high, nigga Git-fool you know, I ain't tryin' to start smokin' Trick Daddy, you prolly
[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,
i aint no saint either i feel that im even doing wrong by usein this chorus to get thru this song [chorus repeat 2x w/ trick daddy] [outro: trick daddy
your glocks up, you wanna stop us True hustler chart toppers, knock sparkers In truly indited or God got us I'm a dream big in the sit daddy with Trick daddy
his grill, don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick Yo, how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick
show That's right If the money's slow That's right You know the rest yo Buck, buck, buck For my thug niggas Yeah Bust a slug niggas Yeah, yeah Fuck that get money
piece of trash, every gimp like you needs a pimp like me ok You get on that fucking block and you make my money you piece of trash Make my money right
Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh 'Illadelph
So much in this world is this shit It's just shit, just full of this [Queen Pen] Check it, on some down and dirty shit, Crown Height shit Is you life thugged
P What audacity it's quite Ludacris actually To think you could trick your daddy God the Father sees everything naturally You can't fool Him I'm like woah Nelly He'll put bone thugs
you all thug We was switchin' numbers She lookin' at you when I walk by You turn yo' head, she wink her eye I can't help it if she checkin' for a platinum type of guy She be callin' me daddy
runnin Walked in, said: "This is a robbery" Didn't need the money, it's just a hobby Fill the bag, homeboy, don't lag I want money, beer, and a pack of