Shorty's gonna be
So he's gonna be
Not into cars and jewels, just nice clothes and new shoes
We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em
So he's gonna be
Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer
And when he first hit middle school
Mama was a G
Shorty's gonna be
Daddy was a G
They sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
Shorty wanna be
But a thug
Mama was a G
This is a story bout a young nigga
You already know how the shit go
Who playin' head of his household, now that shit's cold
And daddy was a G
His mama was a G
But it's kinda different 'cause he's dealin' with some stiff competition
Who kept a wad of hundreds 'cause he had a whole lot of money
So he's gonna be
Mama was a G
But a thug
Daddy was a G
That next year crack cocaine came out
But it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for
Shorty's gonna be
A straight thug
Nothin' left for him to be
Make your talk worthwhile and the rest, he'll figure it out
Now just imagine the role of a thirteen year old
He had to scream one time every time the cops hit the block
But a thug
But then again I suppose
Miami niggas was really tryin' to put it down
Them lil' two-hundreds
Daddy was a G
Bein' dead is free now tell me, what would you rather be?
A straight thug
Mama was a G
And it all started in the suburbs
Shorty's gonna be
Who don't do shit for him
His first job, he was a watch out
Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood
Over and over again
Mama was a G
Around the time eighth grade came around
His mama was a G
Half of the money went straight to his mama
But a thug
Nothin' left for him to be
A straight thug
Shorty's gonna be
A straight thug
But nothin' left for him to be
And daddy was a G
So he's gonna be
So he's gonna be
So he's gonna be
So he's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
Mama was a G
But when it comes to livin', money's nothin'
But a thug
Shorty's gonna be
And now he got two feet waist deep in it
And he control the whole operation
Shorty wanna be
Oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop there
That's back when the pimp game played out
But it's kinda hard to hide drug money
'Cause when he came around, close shop nigga, shut it down
Mama was a G
A straight thug
Shorty wanna be
They go another bill, another mouth to feed
A straight thug
But a thug
Daddy was a G
Daddy was a G
But a thug
So he's gonna be
And yo they used to call it free-base
And he ain't never too flashy wit it
But the other half, you know, the kid had to keep it stashed
But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called it Crack Rock
He advanced from watch out man to lieutenant
Shorty wanna be
And everybody wants to be buddies
That was a lot of money for a young nigga sittin' 'round not doin' nothin'
Shorty wanna be
Nothin' left for him to be but a thug
Nickels and dimes to any bitch that was buyin'
He was a typical, ordinary, everyday ass dude
Motherfuckin' thug
But a thug
Ridin' 'round the corner from 'em was the spot
Nigga forced into this shit, damn
A straight thug
Nothin' left for him to be
Shorty's gonna be
Nothin' left for him to be
Shorty's gonna be
So he's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
Motherfuckin' thug
A straight thug
Ain't like his daddy's comin' back home
All of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money
Daddy was a G
But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope
He had done made up his mind, a nigga can't lay down now
Daddy was a G
We used to call him Bo Brown
Nothin' left for him to be
Don't tell me, tell it to your child
Nothin' left for him to be
Shorty's gonna be
Now keep in mind this is 'round the time that
A straight thug
Nothin' left for him to be
Shorty wanna be
His role model was an older nigga
He gotta keep food in his crib and keep the lights on
Shorty wanna be
