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Young Born To Be A Thug

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Daddy you`re coming home?
I wish i could you but i don`t know,If you don`t work,you don`t eat
just be good i gone...
Daddy when coming home?
I`m i`ll be back in a week...
make sure you do your homework and your momma for me...
Daddy you`re coming home?
Don`t ask me no more,i`m to go
Can i go with you
Little shut my door
Daddy when coming home?
You know i`ll be i got to,but for now i gotta to do
what i 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 nigght i look at you..i god(Thank God)
Knowing you got evrything you and i ai`nt even got a job
Not to mention this i`m livin
I let you go sleep in a brick building
The day you was born me and my popped bottles
Fellin in the hospital to going to see my daughter...
You already seen the look in my eyes to my babygirl cry..
The happiest day of my to see my babygirl smile..
a big world now
So you to take it slow...
You don`t need a nigga for your daddy got do...
You gone live where you to,drive what you want to..
As long you are alive you gone do you want to
I put my life on the for me and mine...
When i leave men saying everytime

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(Verse 2)

You think i like nights on the street..
I do that,so daddy can keep keep on your feet...
See the reason you can`t in the kitchen...
I`m chicken..
We can go to the mall and ball soon as finished...
Let me care of my busines for a minute..
And anything you want i 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 that ain`t no gangsta be play shit to real...
See kids bring bills you it cost a little
Better keep working or tworking something that kid meals...
I got my tatto on my arm..
27 is the day she was born
Untill i get back just down for pappa...
And to my heart evrytime to hear you holla...

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(Verse 3)

And over this live i wishin for a daddy
My will never grow up livin unhappy
I spend my whole life 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 school look what it make me...
The that i never had...
My gonna have
So if my is in high school my baby gonna pass...
I sitting laugh she know that she looks just like me..
And me never coming it`s calling unlikely...
It`s that evrything i do is ment for me and you...
P.s your Young Buck i love you...

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