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TRICK DADDY Miscellaneous Thug Holiday"(feat. LaTocha Scott [talking] Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry this up right baby Everything gone be gravy later, that's right This the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out [Trick Daddy] Here go one for bad luck, hell against that a nigga wouldn't have none But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun How could I, get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldn't run And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thing I've been waiting on freeing the ring hell but ain't a thang changed And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother And I'm thinking about it who's mine's who gone raise my brother Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it's crazy ain't it [Chorus: Latocha Scott] Just like the soldiers, that ain't coming home this year Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real What about the children, who ran away, that ain't coming home today Well here's a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - [2x] [Trick Daddy] Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God's children There's only, one him, plus ain't none of y'all confronting him So blind in our own minds we wouldn't even know God if we confronted him And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival Let's add some chapters name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan In all my history books, only one died was the Americans And, that's point of my, who's responsible for Vietnam And, hold on there's more, we had two World Wars And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education Life is crazy ain't it [Chorus] So many tears, through out the years Somebody tell me what's going on And so many liiives, but only God knows About the pain deep inside It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up I know you're fed up, but stay strong Here's a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - [2x] [LaTocha Scott] This is for my people in the ghetto I'm calling out, calling out To all my thugs in the ghetto Calling out, calling out It gets hard sometimes, but you Got to keep your head up, and be strong Here's a message from coast to coast Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday [ad-libs] [Thanks to monetluv2002@earthlink.net, djraposo2002@hotmail.com, Peoplesgirl89@cs.com for correcting these lyrics] |
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