Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't a Thug, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Slip-N-Slide
Song language: English
Ain't a Thug |
If I ain’t a thug, you think I aint a thug |
then tell me what I am |
cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way |
why the steets stay on my mind |
since I am a thug, why do y’all get so mad |
why can’t cha’ll accept that, it’s my life |
If I ain’t a thug then y’all tell me who is |
how many other mutha fuckas y’all know can do this |
yea I’m a thug fo ever and I never ever |
disrespect the game or cross one of my niggas (listen) |
slippin' already cost one of my niggas |
so I better select the fools that I be chillin' wit |
and I don’t know nothin', didn’t hear or see nothin' |
I can’t remember, but yet still I won’t forget 'em |
I’m from the dark side, born and raised in a thug life |
and I’m out the city from the drug dealers and wise guys |
if I ain’t a thug, then you explain it cuz |
how come a young nigga livin' so dangerous |
and why my name always somehow involved in stuff |
it’s obvious, y’all can’t target us |
yea I’m a thug nigga, but I ain’t a drug dealer |
Three time convicted felone, so should I know better |
From day one I’ve been thuggin' |
and I’m lovin' every minute of it |
So all you crittics and haters I’m sayin mutha fuck ya |
I don’t like ya, and therefor I don’t trust ya |
You couldn’t shake me up, now you tryin' to set me up |
It’s bad enough we had it rough when we was growin' up |
You killed Pac and Biggie, now try to kill us |
but I throw my Fos up, cuz I’m foeva fo sho |
A thug rebal fo certain, that’s why I never listen |
I ain’t the snitchin' kinda nigga |
Yo, and I’m a different kinda nigga |
So you bustas can’t leave me |
ain’t no centamental nigga |
I’m sittin' on spinners nigga |
So when I’m draggin' my Denim |
don’t you bustas try and hit em (hear me) |
I’m from the parts where the stars like to hear the stars |
Quality sound beatin down in each and every car |
Givin' them hell like I’m David Chappelle |
Prostitute boy there with plenty dick for sale |
Since I am a Thug, that’s why you listen to me |
Cuz I’m a T.H.U.G. |
officially, you see |
A lot a niggas still doubt a nigga |
so when they conversatin they be playa hatin' bout a nigga |
but I expect them to, what else they supposed to do |
when they dead broke and I got more flow then they do |
and they mad cuz I don’t fuck wit them |
Oh well stay mad cuz I don’t kiss niggas ass (bitches) |
I’m too busy bein' a real nigga |
So if you fuck wit me |
you can fuck around and get killed nigga |
The truth is Mr. Dollars is the real deal |
Hell I’m the mutha fucker made county bail (yeah) |
And I’m strictly for the Thug cuz I’m showin off |
and I’m quick to straight fuck a nigga (what) |
Huh, pussy nigga, what |
For my mutha fuckin' thugs |