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Young Buck- To Be A Thug

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Daddy when you`re coming
I wish i could tell you but i don`t know,If you work,you don`t eat
be good while i gone...
Daddy when you`re home?
I`m hustlin i`ll be in a week...
make sure you do your and kiss your momma for me...
Daddy you`re coming home?
Don`t ask me no more,i`m to go
Can i go you daddy?
Little girl my door
when you`re coming home?
You know be back i got to,but for now i gotta to do
i gotta do i love you

(Vers 1)
I i run these street to much but that`s my life
And for you i it all my house,car,my ice
Every i look at you..i thank god(Thank God)
Knowing you got evrything you and i ai`nt even got a job
Not to this thug-life i`m livin
I never let you go sleep in a building
The day you was me and my niggas popped bottles
Fellin in the hospital to going to see my daughter...
You already seen the look in my eyes to hear my cry..
The happiest day of my to see my babygirl smile..
a big world now
So you know to it slow...
You don`t a nigga for nothing your daddy got do...
You gone live where you want to,drive what you to..
As long you are you gone do what you want to
I put my on the line for me and mine...
When i leave men she`s saying

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(Verse 2)

You think i like spendin on the street..
I do that,so daddy can keep keep nikes on feet...
See the you can`t come in the kitchen...
I`m chicken..
We can go to the mall and ball as daddy finished...
Let me take of my busines for a minute..
And you want i promise we gonna get it..
Can`t wait to see my graduate
When day come rolex,baggets,daddy gonna pay for..
Once a man one,he`ll see the way that i feel
You know that no gangsta be play shit to real...
See kids bring you know it cost a little
keep working or tworking something that kid need meals...
I got my tatto on my arm..
27 is the day she was born
Untill i get back holdin down for pappa...
And hurtin to my heart evrytime to you holla...

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(Verse 3)

And this live before i wishin for a daddy
My baby will grow up livin unhappy
I spend my whole without my father it bother me bad..
I God for my momma she is all i had...
A turn to the street to raise me...
I dropped outta high look what it make me...
The chances that i had...
My baby have
So if my babygirl is in high school my gonna pass...
I laugh cause she know that she looks just like me..
And me never coming home calling unlikely...
It`s know that evrything i do is for me and you...
P.s your Young Buck i love you...

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