[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   However, 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      [Chorus4x]      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....      [Chorus2x]   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