Born a Thug

We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em
Shorty wanna be

Oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop there
Make your talk worthwhile and the rest, he'll figure it out
And daddy was a G
That next year crack cocaine came out
Ain't like his daddy's comin' back home
A straight thug

Daddy was a G

Over and over again
Nothin' left for him to be
And he ain't never too flashy wit it
And yo they used to call it free-base
But a thug
Shorty wanna be

And it all started in the suburbs
So he's gonna be
But a thug
Daddy was a G

They go another bill, another mouth to feed
Nothin' left for him to be
You already know how the shit go
His mama was a G
Mama was a G
He was a typical, ordinary, everyday ass dude
Nothin' left for him to be
So he's gonna be

Shorty wanna be
A straight thug

Shorty's gonna be
Mama was a G
A straight thug
Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood
That's back when the pimp game played out
'Cause when he came around, close shop nigga, shut it down
And now he got two feet waist deep in it
Shorty wanna be
And everybody wants to be buddies

But a thug
His first job, he was a watch out
But it's kinda different 'cause he's dealin' with some stiff competition
They sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana
Shorty's gonna be
Them lil' two-hundreds
But then again I suppose

So he's gonna be

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
Shorty wanna be
Around the time eighth grade came around
A straight thug
Mama was a G
Who don't do shit for him
That was a lot of money for a young nigga sittin' 'round not doin' nothin'
So he's gonna be

Nickels and dimes to any bitch that was buyin'
Mama was a G
But a thug
Motherfuckin' thug
Who playin' head of his household, now that shit's cold
He had to scream one time every time the cops hit the block

But nothin' left for him to be
Daddy was a G
He gotta keep food in his crib and keep the lights on
But it's kinda hard to hide drug money
Shorty wanna be
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
Nothin' left for him to be but a thug
But a thug

And daddy was a G
Not into cars and jewels, just nice clothes and new shoes

Shorty's gonna be
Now just imagine the role of a thirteen year old
So he's gonna be
But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called it Crack Rock
Nothin' left for him to be
And he control the whole operation
Daddy was a G

But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope
But a thug
He advanced from watch out man to lieutenant
Shorty wanna be

Ridin' 'round the corner from 'em was the spot
Daddy was a G

Daddy was a G
So he's gonna be
Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer
A straight thug
Shorty wanna be
Nothin' left for him to be
A straight thug
Daddy was a G
All of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money
So he's gonna be
But the other half, you know, the kid had to keep it stashed

His mama was a G
Bein' dead is free now tell me, what would you rather be?
Nothin' left for him to be

But a thug
A straight thug

Now keep in mind this is 'round the time that
This is a story bout a young nigga
He had done made up his mind, a nigga can't lay down now
Don't tell me, tell it to your child
Motherfuckin' thug
Shorty's gonna be
Who kept a wad of hundreds 'cause he had a whole lot of money

But when it comes to livin', money's nothin'
His role model was an older nigga
Mama was a G
Miami niggas was really tryin' to put it down
Mama was a G

Shorty's gonna be
Half of the money went straight to his mama
So he's gonna be
A straight thug
Shorty's gonna be
But a thug

So he's gonna be
But it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for
We used to call him Bo Brown

Shorty's gonna be

And when he first hit middle school

Shorty's gonna be
Nigga forced into this shit, damn
Nothin' left for him to be

A straight thug
Mama was a G