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Young Buck- To Be A Thug

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Daddy when you`re home?
I wish i could you but i don`t know,If you don`t work,you don`t eat
just be while i gone...
Daddy when you`re home?
I`m hustlin i`ll be in a week...
make sure you do your homework and your momma for me...
Daddy when you`re home?
ask me no more,i`m about to go
Can i go with you
Little girl my door
Daddy when you`re 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 know i run these street to much but my life
And for you i it all my house,car,my ice
Every nigght i at you..i thank god(Thank God)
you got evrything you want and i ai`nt even got a job
Not to mention thug-life i`m livin
I never let you go sleep in a building
The day you was born me and my niggas 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..
It`s a big now
So you know to it slow...
You don`t need a nigga for nothing daddy got do...
You gone live 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 men she`s saying everytime

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(Verse 2)

You i like spendin nights on the street..
I do that,so daddy can keep nikes on your 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 care of my busines for a minute..
And anything you i promise we gonna get it..
Can`t wait to see my baby
When that day come rolex,baggets,daddy pay for..
Once a man make one,he`ll see the way i feel
You know that no gangsta be play shit to real...
See kids bring bills you know it a little
Better 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 just holdin down for pappa...
And hurtin to my heart evrytime to you holla...

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(Verse 3)

And over this live before i wishin for a
My baby will never up livin unhappy
I spend my whole without 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 i never had...
My baby gonna
So if my is in high school my baby gonna pass...
I sitting laugh cause she know that she looks just me..
And me never coming home it`s unlikely...
It`s know evrything i do is ment for me and you...
P.s daddy Young Buck i love you...

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