[Verse 1: Money Mark]
It's hard for a n***a just to breathe in the streets
Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets
N***a's bleeding in the streets
So I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger up
And I'm ridin' for Buddy Roe
Cause he jammed in it
My dog got slammed in it
I even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minute
This the street life, cracker think a n***a fadeless
Cause I'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, fuck this n***a
N***a's life for dope and n***a's die for dope
And n***a's die cause they live on dope
And I remember when I told 'cha Roe
I would've shed blood for ya'
A n***a still got much love for ya'
N***a, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that
Until the day a n***a lean back
This how a n***a show you real love
A dedication to them real thugs
Cause we the last one's livin'

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
We can break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
We can break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
I'm 'bout a G short, not bees
One of my G's got caught with three key's
And he ain't taking no pleas
Ride or die, holla thug life
I know the feeling, I know exactly what it look like
Buddy Roe you better hold on
Cause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha ass for so long
And they'll ship ya' ass so far
They'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' car
Hell, I rather the go to war with 'em
They got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'em
Bullets that explode in 'em
Huh, and I don't see no vest
But cha'll know the rest
That rapid fire hit 'em right in the chest
His mammy gotta right 'em a check
For the rose for the dead man
Huh, you understand, n***a it's thug life again

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
[Interlude: Trick Daddy]
Thug life n***a fuck n***a's die in thug life
Fuck n***a's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeed
Fuck n***a's ain't gone never have no money
Cause them real n***a's can take it
Fuck n***a's can keep calling the police
You fuck n***a's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a n***a
This motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cunt
Dick sucking, dick licking ass
Dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass n***a
Ya'll n***a's know who ya'll is
Fuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killers
One time for the dope dealers
One time for any motherfucker in America, who 'bout some war
'Bout some legal getting money shit, tax free biiitch!!!

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again n***a, thug life n***a, huh