[Intro: Trick Daddy, LaTocha Scott]

Thug holiday

Go ahead, you can cry, it's alright, baby

Everything gon' get gravy later, that's right (Mmm)

Uh, this the time what we take out to

Remember all the loved ones we lost in the struggle, you know (Ooh)

I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Little Toby, Bam, my dawg Itchy and Lil Trav (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm dedicating this to the struggle, everybody in the county jails, state prisons, hanging in a fed (Come on)

Check it out, check it out (Come on, come on)

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]

If it wasn't for bad luck

Hell, I guess that a nigga wouldn't have none

But when I think about it

What would I be without my guns?

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 freedom to ring, hell, but ain't a thing changed

And I lost my brother in the struggle, Taterhead done lost his mother

And I'm thinking if I lose mine's, who gon' raise my brothers

Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs?

Who will teach 'em right from wrong and show them boys true love?

So I pray for the better days, faced the bombs, had to run aways

And I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays

This is crazy, ain't it?

[Pre-Chorus 1: LaTocha Scott]

Just like the soldiers

That ain't coming home this year

Just like the felons 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

[Chorus: LaTocha Scott, Trick Daddy]

A thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em

Just like 'em, just like 'em (Just like)

Just like 'em (Just like)

A thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em (Just like)

Just like 'em, just like 'em (Oh, yeah, mm-hmm)

Just like 'em, just like 'em

A thug holiday

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]

If it wasn't for all these killers and all these conflicts in religions

Then the Muslims, Jews and Christians would know they were all God's children and there's only one of Him

Plus ain't none of y'all confronted him, we're so blind in our own minds

We wouldn't even know God if we was in front of him, man

I read your books, know all your remixes to the Bible

What about a verse for the thugs, to cure all the 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 let's point 'em out, 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're the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education?

Life is crazy, ain't it?

[Pre-Chorus 2: LaTocha Scott]

So many tears throughout the years

Somebody tell me, what's gone on?

It's so many lies

But only God knows about the pain deep inside

It gets so hard

You gotta 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

[Chorus: LaTocha Scott, Trick Daddy]

A thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em (Yeah)

Just like 'em, just like 'em (Oh, yeah)

Just like 'em (Mmm)

A thug holiday

Just like 'em, just like 'em

Just like 'em, just like 'em (Yes, we do)

Just like 'em, just like 'em

[Bridge: LaTocha Scott]

This is for my people in the ghetto

I'm calling out (Calling out), calling out (Calling out)

To all my thugs in the ghetto

Calling out (Calling out)

'Cause it gets hard sometimes

But you gotta keep your head up and be strong

Here's a message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most

[Chorus: LaTocha Scott]

A thug holiday, yeah

A thug holiday

'Cause we need it

Gotta have it

Mm-hmm, 'cause it gets hard out here in these streets

You know what I mean?

[Outro: LaTocha Scott]

In the ghetto, I'm calling out (Calling out)

To all of my thugs in the ghetto

Can you hear what I'm saying, mm-hmm?

All of my thugs from the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

A message from coast to coast

'Cause when them thugs really need it the most

A thug holiday

I said thug holiday, oh

Thug holiday

Need it, we need it