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Young Born 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 be back in a week...
make sure you do your homework and your momma for me...
Daddy when 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 gotta do i you

(Vers 1)
I know i run these street to much but that`s my
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 want and i ai`nt got a job
Not to mention thug-life i`m livin
I let you go sleep in a brick building
The day you was me and my niggas popped bottles
Fellin in the drunk to going to see my daughter...
You already the look in my eyes to hear my babygirl cry..
The happiest day of my to see my babygirl smile..
It`s a big now
So you to take it slow...
You don`t need a nigga for your daddy got do...
You gone live where you want to,drive what you 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 think i like nights on the street..
I do that,so can keep keep nikes on your feet...
See the reason you come 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..
wait to see my baby graduate
When that day come rolex,baggets,daddy pay for..
a man make one,he`ll see the way that i feel
You know that no gangsta be play shit to real...
See kids bills you know it cost a little
keep working or tworking something that kid need meals...
I got my baby on my arm..
27 is the day she was born
Untill i get just holdin down for pappa...
And hurtin to my heart to hear you holla...

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(Verse 3)

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

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