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from In Too Deep soundtrack [Trick Daddy talking] If its bout that money Then you gots to kill them, haha Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonite [Trick Daddy yells] Nigga [Chorus] 4x Thug Money got blood on it Plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you I put my heart on it I'm thinking back when I was younger I usta hustle in the summer No time for crime I had to help my mama And I love the rainy weather Make me hustle better Running into partner in na ghetto Trying to get my shitt together Letras de cancionesHowever, I'm giving these fuck niggas pillars Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers For my niggas They keep they fingers on the triggers Cause they heard about you business And these fuck niggas trying to end this So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this slanging, robbing, and shooting Even neighborhood polluted I'm ready to do this and like weed I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted If the shit move, I shoot it Hold on [Chorus] I'm doing this one for my homies Who left his baby mama lonely Got chur-en dat neva saw him, got kids who don't even know him Got to count his blessings sent Cause one chance be his only lesson For the homies all be missing, his son's got stronger missions Hold on Don't fall Cause I've been there And I know Cause see all my niggas anit dope dealers But they killers, for sure They call us thugs, so give us our own section in the club Allow us to use our drugs Nigga what, nigga what Say it [Chorus]4x I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird And no clues on how the Feds got the inside word He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone And anit no telling when the boy getting back home See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those bustos Especially, when you getting in front of muscle Cause them fools will try to touch ya They know you dying for yours So from day one, they don't trust ya This whole style I be living for Sometimes, look like I'm running fast speed And this old bad luck taking me lower Life's full of lies, theres too many guys Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga tried When it's gone get bettter, seems like never In this life we live Us niggas just can't stick together However, I guess a change got to come from this One day, but right now, I can't accomplish shitt Patience for the frustration Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing So I'm living on the edge I'm thugging til I'm dead, yeah Standing free from them suckers and far away from them Feds I say I never had no job, always rott Living in the park, back when I was scared And then things got better, my pockets got fatter Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters Nigga came across a key and turned it into three And got my fuck ass emenies running from me And saying.... [Chorus]2x Thug Money got blood on it Plus a little residue Boa, I'm telling you I put my heart on it Tha thug Money got blood on it Tha thug Money got blood on it From Letras Mania