Born A Thug

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

His mama was a G

And daddy was a G

Ain't nothin' left for him to be

But a thug

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

His mama was a G

And daddy was a G

But nothin' left for him to be

But a thug

This is a story bout a young nigga

Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer

Ridin' 'round the corner from 'em was the spot

They sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana

His role model was an older nigga

Who kept a wad of hundreds 'cause he had a whole lot of money

Now keep in mind this is 'round the time that

Miami niggas was really tryin' to put it down

That's back when the pimp game played out

That next year crack cocaine came out

And it all started in the suburbs

But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope

And yo they used to call it free-base

But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called it Crack Rock

We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em

Nickels and dimes to any bitch that was buyin'

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

Mama was a G

Daddy was a G

Nothin' left for him to be

But a thug

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

Mama was a G

Daddy was a G

Nothin' left for him to be

But a thug

And when he first hit middle school

He was a typical, ordinary, everyday ass dude

Around the time eighth grade came around

He had done made up his mind, a nigga can't lay down now

His first job, he was a watch out

He had to scream one time every time the cops hit the block

We used to call him Bo Brown

'Cause when he came around, close shop nigga, shut it down

Them lil' two-hundreds

That was a lot of money for a young nigga sittin' 'round not doin' nothin'

Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood

Who don't do shit for him

They go another bill, another mouth to feed

Oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop there

He gotta keep food in his crib and keep the lights on

Ain't like his daddy's comin' back home

Now just imagine the role of a thirteen year old

Who playin' head of his household, now that shit's cold

But then again I suppose

You already know how the shit go

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

Mama was a G

Daddy was a G

Nothin' left for him to be

But a thug

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

Mama was a G

Daddy was a G

Nothin' left for him to be

But a thug

He advanced from watch out man to lieutenant

And now he got two feet waist deep in it

And he control the whole operation

But it's kinda different 'cause he's dealin' with some stiff competition

And everybody wants to be buddies

All of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money

And he ain't never too flashy wit it

Not into cars and jewels, just nice clothes and new shoes

Half of the money went straight to his mama

But the other half, you know, the kid had to keep it stashed

But it's kinda hard to hide drug money

But it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for

But when it comes to livin', money's nothin'

Bein' dead is free now tell me, what would you rather be?

Don't tell me, tell it to your child

Make your talk worthwhile and the rest, he'll figure it out

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

Mama was a G

Daddy was a G

Nothin' left for him to be

But a thug

Motherfuckin' thug

Nothin' left for him to be but a thug

Motherfuckin' thug

Nigga forced into this shit, damn

Over and over again

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

Mama was a G

Daddy was a G

Nothin' left for him to be

But a thug

Shorty's gonna be

Shorty wanna be

So he's gonna be

A straight thug

Mama was a G

Daddy was a G

Nothin' left for him to be

But a thug