Rags to Riches (feat. Tre+6) lyrics

Until the day a n*gga D-I-E-
I'll be forever thuggin baby
Ever since I f*cking
These b*tches loved it baby
Still got the chron son
I used to be drug dealer
X-men, Ex-con, forever thug n*gga
Around here we smoke a b*tch I still book 'em heavy
Cause I bought that benz,(uh-huh)
Damn me I sold my chevy
I love my ? , I talk to 'em everyday
I ride around 'em cool, I walk be 'em yesterday
I'm from the southwest, where n*ggas drive chevys at
Come through with that bullsh*t
My n*ggas don't gonna handle dat
I f*ck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a
So if you f*ckin with us
We'll hit you up with K Cutters
I feels no n*ggas
But I pitch no hittas
The curve balls at they ass
They gonna watch 'em go get em
I'm now the coo guy up the street up the block from em'
I used to up my Glocks on em, then take they blocks from em'
n*gga this is thug sh*t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them n*ggas I bets they love this
n*gga this is thug sh*t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them n*ggas I bets they love this
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
When my n*ggas and b*tches
Go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and yall still with me
When my n*ggas and b*tches
Go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride wit me

(Tre-6)
(Uh-ohh)
C-O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo
Pull out my di*k and p*ss on hoes
In ya face while I spit these flows
Like you ain't know, n*gga we kick down doors to get that dough
Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough
And we gonna get mo'
For sho', you know dat cheddar make it betta
And its thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha
Like dun-a Dun-a
n*gga dem rags to riches
Wit your boy C-O money, marching double-D so b*tch don't go

So n*gga rolls, so every motha f*cka get down the floors
Get away from all your doors and windows
Cause a n*gga done passed wit' a .44
And im'a let it go, like --boom--
Betta break ya-self, I can't take myself
But killa, n*gga, won't have to make myself
And i'll come to ya wake myself
I won't send no dogs, no friends, no loot
No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit
Just a note that say, he.. through
Now, now thanks to you
Me and tre gotta make up for these times lost
We bout' that cash, we on that ass
So let them 9's off
(Chorus)
(Trick Daddy)
So mutha-f*cking sicka, stupid hoes and f*ck n*ggas
Snitches and b*tches, yo hold on I'm gon' kill 'em -(CHECK)
And I'm just chillin bustas, she fought for me to keep em
So I just peep em', lay back and I book my reefa
I'm a thug n*gga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols
I got the choppers that i'll bring down and won't miss ya
You want a n*gga that gives a f*ck about a b*tch
Unless you sucking the f*cking ho and tryin' to get rich
I need a b*tch that can ball a n*gga out
Who can shoot a n*gga best
A b*tch about stacks ho
All this complaining ho, b*tch about that
Ever since I hold a benz, b*tch be all in my face
n*gga this is thug sh*t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them n*ggas I bets they love this
n*gga this is thug sh*t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them n*ggas I bets they love this

(Chorus)
n*gga this is thug sh*t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them n*ggas I bets they love this
n*gga this is thug sh*t, thats all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them n*ggas I bets they love this
Thug life again so ride wit me
Thug life again so ride wit me
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