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Young Buck- To Be A Thug

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

(Vers 1)
I know i run 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 want and i ai`nt got a job
Not to mention this thug-life i`m
I never let you go sleep in a brick
The day you was born me and my popped bottles
in the hospital drunk to going to see my daughter...
You already seen the look in my 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 you want to..
As long you are you gone do what 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 nikes on your feet...
See the reason you come in the kitchen...
I`m chicken..
We can go to the mall and soon as daddy finished...
Let me take of my busines for a minute..
And anything you want i promise we get it..
Can`t to see my baby graduate
that day come rolex,baggets,daddy gonna pay for..
Once a man make one,he`ll see the way that i
You know that ain`t no gangsta be play to real...
See kids bills you know it cost a little
Better keep working or something that kid need meals...
I got my tatto on my arm..
27 is the day she was born
Untill i get back just holdin for pappa...
And hurtin to my heart evrytime to 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 nigga turn to the street to me...
I dropped outta high school look what it me...
The that i never had...
My baby have
So if my is in high school my baby gonna pass...
I sitting laugh cause she know she looks just like me..
And me never home it`s calling unlikely...
It`s know that i do is ment for me and you...
P.s your daddy Young i love you...

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