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Young Buck- To Be A Thug

(chorus)
Daddy you`re coming home?
I wish i could tell you but i don`t know,If you don`t work,you eat
just be good i gone...
Daddy when you`re coming
I`m hustlin be back in a week...
make you do your homework and kiss your momma for me...
Daddy when you`re coming
ask me no more,i`m about to go
Can i go with you
Little girl shut my
Daddy when coming home?
You know i`ll be back i got to,but for now i 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 nigght i look at you..i god(Thank God)
Knowing you got you want and i ai`nt even got a job
Not to mention thug-life i`m livin
I let you go sleep in a brick building
The day you was born me and my niggas bottles
in the hospital drunk to going to see my daughter...
You already seen the look in my eyes to my babygirl cry..
The day of my life to see my babygirl smile..
It`s a big now
So you know to it slow...
You need a nigga for nothing your daddy got do...
You live where you want 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 spendin 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 as daddy finished...
Let me take care of my for a minute..
And anything you want i promise we get it..
Can`t wait to see my baby
When that day rolex,baggets,daddy gonna pay for..
Once a man make one,he`ll see the way i feel
You know that ain`t no gangsta be play to real...
See kids bring bills you know it cost a
Better keep working or tworking something kid need meals...
I got my tatto on my arm..
September 27 is the day she was
Untill i get back holdin down for pappa...
And hurtin to my evrytime to hear you holla...

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(Verse 3)

And over this live before i for a daddy
My baby will grow up livin unhappy
I spend my whole life my father it bother me bad..
I thank God for my she is all i had...
A nigga turn to the 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 daddy Buck i love you...

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