เนื้อเพลง They Don't Live Long - Trick Daddy

You gon save that?

Na na na na naaaaaa
Na na na na naaaaaa
Yea

Thug n*ggas don't live that long
(Thug n*ggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

Verse 1
I wanna buy me a benz but I'm fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a n*gga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now
I'm taking care of mama now
My lil dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
I got you bobbin to this real sh*t
So reason why a n*gga kill sh*t
That's how it is, sh*t
See papa was a rolling stone
He left mama alone
She raised us on her own
Them b*tches curious
Why I'm soo motherf*cking serious
Hard times got me pumped up and furious
I want y'all to free all my dawgs
Before I get my gun and start killing your halls
Call me the butcherman
I take my beef straight to the man
I put it so only thug n*ggas understand
Keep b*tches out your game get paid
Just remember and respect what the old girl said

Chorus

Verse 2
I got some n*ggas on the other side
One day I got to take a ride
And let them know I still represent the Southside
No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's
I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
And can't nann b*tch forget that n*gga Hollywood
Big ends steering wheel made of wood
I heard it was four n*ggas three sh*t, one ho n*gga
I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
Who gon die next
Who mama gon cry next
Who sister giving away the slack pus
That's how we living though
Dead and gone before he twenty-four
Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
As I continue with this thug sh*t
With all this blood and sh*t
But all us thug n*ggas love this
For the love of greed and riches
But money don't need no b*tches
So I'm killing all snitches

Chorus

Bridge
I'm doing this one for the thugs
and the n*ggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir (repeat 2x)

Verse 3
If I was a hundred dollar bill
I'd make you n*ggas kill for me
Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me
Just to pay a b*tch bills with me
I'm dissing every n*gga who got me f*cking
A b*tch better f*ck for pregnent nuts
You see it be them same n*ggas
'Cause coochie ass lame n*ggas
(Last time) Learn some motherf*cking thangs n*gga
Now picture me as a killa (killa)
Young crack dope deala (dope deala)
I'm doing this one for my n*ggas
Who ride for this
Who even lost they life for this
And them n*ggas who survivin this
They don't live that long

Chorus 2x

Thug N*ggas don't live that long

Singing portion of the chorus repeated untill fade