For The Thugs Lyrics
| Song | For The Thugs |
| Artist | Trick Daddy |
| Album | www.thug.com |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Trick Daddy | |
| 作曲 : Trick Daddy | |
| For the thugs | |
| Yes sir ha ha | |
| I'm doin' this one for the thugs | |
| Yes sir | |
| My boy dooda wa's up fool | |
| (Down South) | |
| Tut ha ha haa | |
| We've been seen (Aye yo C!) they on a roll | |
| hurry up nigga come on they got guns | |
| (I'm doin' this one for the thugs) | |
| They got big guns! | |
| They wanna go to war nigga | |
| Hah?(Yes sir for the thugs) | |
| they don't wanna die they don't mean that | |
| Hah | |
| [verse 1] | |
| If it wasn't for the Hennesey | |
| and thug livin' for my enemy | |
| my brother still be alive and apart of me | |
| so I, say a prayer for that playa | |
| and I, take my fire everywhere, see | |
| Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs | |
| another name on the wall | |
| they keep takin the fall | |
| yes I be livin though | |
| dead and gone befo' we twenty fo' | |
| or in jail but cha'll don't here me though | |
| is this world about to end | |
| if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends | |
| and why I'm livin' wit my kid | |
| and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz | |
| its kinda hard for the black man | |
| I watch the million man march for the black man | |
| and through the sun and rain | |
| I love enjoyin' pain | |
| I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey | |
| [chorus] | |
| I'm doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the boys down south much love | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs and the boys in the city much love | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the dogs in the grove much love | |
| [verse 2] | |
| See, I, I, gotta called from the crib | |
| my dawg got killed | |
| gotta all my homies in tears | |
| and we don't know who the killas is | |
| it could of been the lick | |
| it could of been the hit | |
| I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so | |
| we put his face on a shirt | |
| and shedded tears for the game | |
| (a thug in memory boy) | |
| cuz it's hard to hide the pain | |
| they teach us some better thangs | |
| the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change | |
| thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit | |
| ride or roll take sides for yo dog | |
| suppose to die for your dogs, shit | |
| hard time in gangsta livin' | |
| and got us villian chillin' | |
| try to start no crossin' me and you so | |
| and you cry for yo' dogs | |
| Hell, I don't understand | |
| man, I say a prayer to all of y'all | |
| and for the cause | |
| for my mother****in' dogs | |
| Nigga! | |
| [chorus] | |
| I'm doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my Carol City niggas much love | |
| for my thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my niggas out in Gouls | |
| for the thugs | |
| [verse 3] | |
| If it was a hundred dollar bill | |
| would ya, could ya ride for me | |
| start a fight, better yet, would you die for me | |
| under oath baby girl would you lie for me | |
| getta gackin open 5 for me | |
| now would you cry for me | |
| turna trick, or do or die for me | |
| food stamps, if you apply for me | |
| well certified for me | |
| can't count but you'll try for me | |
| or do it all for me | |
| Huh? | |
| [chorus] | |
| I'm doin' this one for the thugs | |
| (for the thugs) | |
| (for the thugs) | |
| (for the thugs!) | |
| I'm doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the niggas out in Opa-Locka | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the boys doin' time in the pen | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my dogs out the Heights much love | |
| for my motha****in' dogs | |
| **** y'all | |
| **** y'all, others | |
| mother****ers | |
| faze brothers | |
| suckers, bluffers, | |
| we ain't nonthing but sho' nuffers | |
| Bitch, feed ya fish | |
| (for the thugs, for the thugs) |
| zuo ci : Trick Daddy | |
| zuo qu : Trick Daddy | |
| For the thugs | |
| Yes sir ha ha | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| Yes sir | |
| My boy dooda wa' s up fool | |
| Down South | |
| Tut ha ha haa | |
| We' ve been seen Aye yo C! they on a roll | |
| hurry up nigga come on they got guns | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| They got big guns! | |
| They wanna go to war nigga | |
| Hah? Yes sir for the thugs | |
| they don' t wanna die they don' t mean that | |
| Hah | |
| verse 1 | |
| If it wasn' t for the Hennesey | |
| and thug livin' for my enemy | |
| my brother still be alive and apart of me | |
| so I, say a prayer for that playa | |
| and I, take my fire everywhere, see | |
| Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs | |
| another name on the wall | |
| they keep takin the fall | |
| yes I be livin though | |
| dead and gone befo' we twenty fo' | |
| or in jail but cha' ll don' t here me though | |
| is this world about to end | |
| if not then explain to me, how come I' m losin my friends | |
| and why I' m livin' wit my kid | |
| and why I' m fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz | |
| its kinda hard for the black man | |
| I watch the million man march for the black man | |
| and through the sun and rain | |
| I love enjoyin' pain | |
| I know we be livin' strange but we' ll maintain hey | |
| chorus | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the boys down south much love | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs and the boys in the city much love | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the dogs in the grove much love | |
| verse 2 | |
| See, I, I, gotta called from the crib | |
| my dawg got killed | |
| gotta all my homies in tears | |
| and we don' t know who the killas is | |
| it could of been the lick | |
| it could of been the hit | |
| I ' on' t know we stayed in some shit so | |
| we put his face on a shirt | |
| and shedded tears for the game | |
| a thug in memory boy | |
| cuz it' s hard to hide the pain | |
| they teach us some better thangs | |
| the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change | |
| thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit | |
| ride or roll take sides for yo dog | |
| suppose to die for your dogs, shit | |
| hard time in gangsta livin' | |
| and got us villian chillin' | |
| try to start no crossin' me and you so | |
| and you cry for yo' dogs | |
| Hell, I don' t understand | |
| man, I say a prayer to all of y' all | |
| and for the cause | |
| for my mother in' dogs | |
| Nigga! | |
| chorus | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my Carol City niggas much love | |
| for my thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my niggas out in Gouls | |
| for the thugs | |
| verse 3 | |
| If it was a hundred dollar bill | |
| would ya, could ya ride for me | |
| start a fight, better yet, would you die for me | |
| under oath baby girl would you lie for me | |
| getta gackin open 5 for me | |
| now would you cry for me | |
| turna trick, or do or die for me | |
| food stamps, if you apply for me | |
| well certified for me | |
| can' t count but you' ll try for me | |
| or do it all for me | |
| Huh? | |
| chorus | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| for the thugs | |
| for the thugs | |
| for the thugs! | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the niggas out in OpaLocka | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the boys doin' time in the pen | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my dogs out the Heights much love | |
| for my motha in' dogs | |
| y' all | |
| y' all, others | |
| mother ers | |
| faze brothers | |
| suckers, bluffers, | |
| we ain' t nonthing but sho' nuffers | |
| Bitch, feed ya fish | |
| for the thugs, for the thugs |
| zuò cí : Trick Daddy | |
| zuò qǔ : Trick Daddy | |
| For the thugs | |
| Yes sir ha ha | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| Yes sir | |
| My boy dooda wa' s up fool | |
| Down South | |
| Tut ha ha haa | |
| We' ve been seen Aye yo C! they on a roll | |
| hurry up nigga come on they got guns | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| They got big guns! | |
| They wanna go to war nigga | |
| Hah? Yes sir for the thugs | |
| they don' t wanna die they don' t mean that | |
| Hah | |
| verse 1 | |
| If it wasn' t for the Hennesey | |
| and thug livin' for my enemy | |
| my brother still be alive and apart of me | |
| so I, say a prayer for that playa | |
| and I, take my fire everywhere, see | |
| Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs | |
| another name on the wall | |
| they keep takin the fall | |
| yes I be livin though | |
| dead and gone befo' we twenty fo' | |
| or in jail but cha' ll don' t here me though | |
| is this world about to end | |
| if not then explain to me, how come I' m losin my friends | |
| and why I' m livin' wit my kid | |
| and why I' m fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz | |
| its kinda hard for the black man | |
| I watch the million man march for the black man | |
| and through the sun and rain | |
| I love enjoyin' pain | |
| I know we be livin' strange but we' ll maintain hey | |
| chorus | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the boys down south much love | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs and the boys in the city much love | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the dogs in the grove much love | |
| verse 2 | |
| See, I, I, gotta called from the crib | |
| my dawg got killed | |
| gotta all my homies in tears | |
| and we don' t know who the killas is | |
| it could of been the lick | |
| it could of been the hit | |
| I ' on' t know we stayed in some shit so | |
| we put his face on a shirt | |
| and shedded tears for the game | |
| a thug in memory boy | |
| cuz it' s hard to hide the pain | |
| they teach us some better thangs | |
| the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change | |
| thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit | |
| ride or roll take sides for yo dog | |
| suppose to die for your dogs, shit | |
| hard time in gangsta livin' | |
| and got us villian chillin' | |
| try to start no crossin' me and you so | |
| and you cry for yo' dogs | |
| Hell, I don' t understand | |
| man, I say a prayer to all of y' all | |
| and for the cause | |
| for my mother in' dogs | |
| Nigga! | |
| chorus | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my Carol City niggas much love | |
| for my thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my niggas out in Gouls | |
| for the thugs | |
| verse 3 | |
| If it was a hundred dollar bill | |
| would ya, could ya ride for me | |
| start a fight, better yet, would you die for me | |
| under oath baby girl would you lie for me | |
| getta gackin open 5 for me | |
| now would you cry for me | |
| turna trick, or do or die for me | |
| food stamps, if you apply for me | |
| well certified for me | |
| can' t count but you' ll try for me | |
| or do it all for me | |
| Huh? | |
| chorus | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| for the thugs | |
| for the thugs | |
| for the thugs! | |
| I' m doin' this one for the thugs | |
| and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the niggas out in OpaLocka | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and the boys doin' time in the pen | |
| for the thugs yes sir | |
| For the thugs | |
| and my dogs out the Heights much love | |
| for my motha in' dogs | |
| y' all | |
| y' all, others | |
| mother ers | |
| faze brothers | |
| suckers, bluffers, | |
| we ain' t nonthing but sho' nuffers | |
| Bitch, feed ya fish | |
| for the thugs, for the thugs |
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