| Another anthem for the thugs
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| Dade County’s finest
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| Look what God done gave me
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| Look what God done done
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| And even though I’m thuggin'
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| God been good to me
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| On everything I love, I’m a thug
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| I done considered a change but what for (What for?)
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| Alla my homies in pen fields
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| I can’t be lying to them, if I’m ridin' for them
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| I gotta tell 'em how it really is
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| Alotta things done changed since last year
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| Nope the crib and the same no more
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| And these young niggas don’t respect the game no more
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| They don’t see your name no more
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| They doin' they own lil' thangs though
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| Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for
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| But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight
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| Keep believin' in him and you’ll be leavin' with him
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| So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs
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| If you help me Lord my heart’ll never change
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| And y’all pray wit me
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| Huh, huh-huh
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| 'Fore they come get me and then come get cha
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| Look what God done gave me
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| Look what God done done
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| And even though I’m thuggin'
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| God been good to me, good to me
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| Look at all my money
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| Look at all I’ve done
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| And even though I’m thuggin'
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| God been good to me, good to me
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| I could’ve been Asian, Bohemian
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| Puertorican, Jamaican
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| Could’ve been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian
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| Could’ve been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese
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| Could’ve been from overseas or the West Indies
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| Could’ve been anything but God made me black
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| Could’ve had anything but God gave me stacks
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| While he was givin' me that he said remember you’re black
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| Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back
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| So as you see, a new watch and a Benz
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| And I’m still gettin' money wit my same old friends
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| Know this lady named Miss Pearl, my old girl
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| Raised all us, based all us
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| So, I’ma thank the Lord for her
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| Cuz you know where I’d be if it wadn’t for her
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| I done learned a lotta things in this game, matter fact
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| Seen a lot of other other thangs that was strange
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| And there’s a new game out called snitchin'
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| And it’s obviously helped because these niggas keep tellin'
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| Lord please help me smell my thugs
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| So I can keep this in life, but free my niggas tonight
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| And I’ma thug on in memory of Hollywood
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| Think thug for life, cuz God’s been good
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| — repeat 3X |