[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell drugs my n***a, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell drugs my n***a, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
Comin up as a child all I seen was Hell
Momma stepped, Daddy sold yay, stayed in and out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors
Then went from a half to sellin ten O's
But ya see shorty, my mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do
And got on the damn grind like a n***a would do
Talkin about pimpin, oh she did that too
I got robbed because a old n***a took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old goin on 13, which made me bold
That's why I think my heart is so cold
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grillin with gold
Replacin yo does (shawty), and cakin these hoes
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
I'mma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell drugs my n***a, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell drugs my n***a, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it (Tell 'em)

[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A n***a thankin 'bout change contemplatin my death
Feel my pain as it rains all over a n***a
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fuckin n***as up on the daily if they didn't pay me
N***as pulling guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young n***a went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass n***a with a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
Momma swung on a n***a, I stabbed a bitch in the head (N***a)
I don't scratch my head unless it itches
And I don't smoke unless I'm busting at you hating bitches
N***as, we was bred to die, don't be asking me why
I'll rather hustle in the cold cause n***as praying with fire
All the childhood issues when the Devil's out to get you
Got my mind on my gun and I shall pull pistol
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell drugs my n***a, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell drugs my n***a, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

[Verse 3: Bo Hagon]
Bo Hagon
You see the streets, they'll swallow you whole
Your mind, body, and soul
And leave you in a ditch, cold, with no shoes and clothes
Be waitin for the trash collector
Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut with a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I can't forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day, momma thought I was up at the park
While she was at the church praising the lord
I made it through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying, because I made it by the graces of God
A product of hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hard iron
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab your piece of the pie, the other parts mine
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell drugs my n***a, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell drugs my n***a, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it