Born A Thug

(album: Back By Thug Demand - 2006)

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
Ain't nothing left for him to be
But a thug

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
But nothing left for him to be
But a thug

This is a story bout a young nigga
Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer
Riding 'round the corner from 'em was the spot
They sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana

His role model was an older nigga
Who kept a wad of hundreds 'cause he had a whole lot of money
Now keep in mind this is 'round the time that
Miami niggas was really trying to put it down

That's back when the pimp game played out
That next year crack cocaine came out
And it all started in the suburbs
But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope

And yo they used to call it free-base
But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called it Crack Rock
We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em
Nickels and dimes to any bitch that was buying

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothing left for him to be
But a thug

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothing left for him to be
But a thug

And when he first hit middle school
He was a typical, ordinary, everyday ass dude
Around the time eighth grade came around
He had done made up his mind, a nigga can't lay down now

His first job, he was a watch out
He had to scream one time every time the cops hit the block
We used to call him Bo Brown
'Cause when he came around, close shop nigga, shut it down

Them lil' two-hundreds
That was a lot of money for a young nigga sitting 'round not doing nothing
Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood
Who don't do shit for him

They go another bill, another mouth to feed
Oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop there
He gotta keep food in his crib and keep the lights on
Ain't like his daddy's coming back home

Now just imagine the role of a thirteen year old
Who playing head of his household, now that shit's cold
But then again I suppose
You already know how the shit go

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothing left for him to be
But a thug

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothing left for him to be
But a thug

He advanced from watch out man to lieutenant
And now he got two feet waist deep in it
And he control the whole operation
But it's kinda different 'cause he's dealing with some stiff competition

And everybody wants to be buddies
All of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money
And he ain't never too flashy wit it
Not into cars and jewels, just nice clothes and new shoes

Half of the money went straight to his mama
But the other half, you know, the kid had to keep it stashed
But it's kinda hard to hide drug money
But it's worse being a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for

But when it comes to living, money's nothing
Being dead is free now tell me, what would you rather be?
Don't tell me, tell it to your child
Make your talk worthwhile and the rest, he'll figure it out

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothing left for him to be
But a thug

Motherfucking thug
Nothing left for him to be but a thug
Motherfucking thug
Nigga forced into this shit, damn
Over and over again

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothing left for him to be
But a thug

Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug

Mama was a G
Daddy was a G
Nothing left for him to be
But a thug