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Young Buck- To Be A Thug

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Daddy when coming home?
I wish i could tell you but i know,If you don`t work,you don`t eat
just be good i gone...
Daddy you`re coming home?
I`m hustlin i`ll be in a week...
make sure you do your homework and your momma for me...
Daddy when coming home?
ask me no more,i`m about to go
Can i go you daddy?
Little girl my door
Daddy you`re coming home?
You know 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 nigght i at you..i thank god(Thank God)
Knowing you got evrything you want and i even got a job
Not to mention this thug-life i`m
I let you go sleep in a brick building
The day you was born me and my niggas popped
Fellin in the hospital to going to see my daughter...
You already seen the 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 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 can keep 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 soon as finished...
Let me take care of my for a minute..
And anything you i promise we gonna get it..
wait to see my baby graduate
When day come rolex,baggets,daddy gonna pay for..
Once a man one,he`ll see the way that i feel
You know that ain`t no gangsta be shit to real...
See bring bills you know it cost a little
Better keep working or something that kid need meals...
I got my tatto on my arm..
September 27 is the day she was
Untill i get just 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 wishin for a
My baby will never up livin unhappy
I spend my life without 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 high school look what it make me...
The that i never had...
My gonna have
So if my babygirl is in high my baby gonna pass...
I sitting laugh cause she know that she looks just me..
And me never coming home calling unlikely...
It`s know that evrything i do is for me and you...
P.s your daddy Young Buck i you...

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