Dj Clue F- Memphis Bleek Thugged Out Shit Lyrics

Thugged Out Shit Lyrics

Geah, What?

 Niggas Bleek, Duro

 We live

 Thugged out

 Marcy, Smoked out

 Yeah

 

 Uh, yo, yo

  Im on now

 Therfore your ready rock

 Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks

 Now give me Bill Gates money

 A little strait money

 Big or small faces its been in all places

 I was schooled by them older guys

 They showed me how to drive these ???

 Chop dueces and old rubers

 Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up

 Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up

 We trade war stories back on the streets

 When we played em messhall

 Niggas get'em on his eats

 Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga

 Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga

 You hear about my wherabouts?

 Bitches I don't care about

 Money Im a man about

 Drama Im a air it out

 Niggas hate Bleek cause I live right

 You'd love to see me broke frontin

 Wit no chips right?

 

 CHORUS: 2x

 Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)

 Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)

 Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)

 Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)

 

 But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell ya

 I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia

 Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales

 Cooked up and bagged up

 My life was fucked up, but I looked at it this way

 If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way

 Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels

 Fuck six I chase nine fucken zeros

 Digits I got four of them, want five more of them

 Bitches when I told'em flies bring more of them

 I fuck'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em

 Nigga blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them

 This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right

 On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up

 You saw me, but if not your man did

 I know I pull gats on y'all for crack shit

 Yeah uh-huh

 

 CHORUS:2x

 

 My niggaz roll dice in the back park

 We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night

 Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose

 Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred

 Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted

 This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted

 When he saw the black kron

 I thought the nigga wore a thong

 The way he froze his arm

 Dukes said its on

 He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw

 Took off half ass when the nigga spit more

 And we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? game

 By soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckers

 I fall, I get back

 To test my worth

 I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that

 My worker take thirty off a bundle

 Dodging the bikers, and'em D's 

 When they rush the jungle

 So we stash in the fences

 Sit low on the benches

 Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches

 Yo

 

 CHORUS:2x

 

 We live

 For the thugged niggas, Marcy

 What? We out