Trick Daddy - For My Thugs lyrics

Lil Flip, Trick Daddy... [Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x] I'm doing this one for the thugs And them boys down South, much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs, and them boys in the city Much love for the thugs, yes sir [Lil Flip] From city to city, state to state Me and my n***as on the road, trying to make this cake Cause if you don't work, you don't eat So right now I'm in the studio, bringing the heat And I've been doing this rap thang, for a long time I went from flipping them dimes, to kicking them rhymes From one tat, to twenty five tats I went from one sling shot, to twenty five gats And all I want, is twenty five placks And if you want a show, I need twenty five stacks f** a dat, I got a playback machine One mic one stage, and a ounce of green And I'mma show you, how we do it down here And if you ain't from round here, get the hell from down here And just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet It's Lil Flip, Trick Daddy and my boy Greg Street [Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x] [Lil Flip] When I'm thugging like Pac, when I'm hugging my block If you run to the cops, I'mma come with my Glock If you play with my do', I'mma spray at your ho So if the sh** ever happen, don't act like you ain't know Cause I got n***as on my team, that'll pop the steal And make your body disappear, like David Copperfield And I got family in Miami, that'll ride for me I got some homies in Atlanta, that'll die for me And I'm a pimp, so my hoes never lie to me They get taped with my cane, and go fly for me So bring daddy his cash, so I can re-up quick Then supply my customers, when I flood the strip f** a drought I got that work, like a booking agent I got bricks in the attic, and pounds in the basement And that's how we hustle, around my way We living like Denzel, on Training Day, cause I'm a thug [Hook: Trick Daddy - 4x] [Lil Flip] I'm doing this for Houston, Dallas, College Station To all my young thugs, who still on probation For my n***as locked up, with no parole And to whoever bought my tape, cause my sh** went gold And we thugging, rolling on Dubs and We valet, when we come to the club and I stay strapped up, cause I got shot this year And I'm about to go quadruple, like Pac this year That's one million, two million, three million, fo' And after that, I'mma put red in the do' So just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet And watch me put these hoes, on the ecstasy Yeah n***a...