Thugged Out Lyrics

Thugged Out lyrics

[Intro]

Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down
here in Cashville

They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got
money mayne!

Niggas is killin', niggas is slangin' they shit..

Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they live

I represented it nigga
(Wha.. Fuck these niggas)



[Verse 1 - Young Buck]

I'ma born
villain, ghetto hero to lil' children

I'm still livin', still robbin'
niggas like gimicks

White folks feel dat I belong in prison

We got
10 killings and still can't get in

I stay un-identified, but niggas betta
listin

I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition

When 2 clips take
together, bust and dip 'em

I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em
(Wha, Wha?!)

Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself

Fearin'
nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead

Murda Squad is here, you
smell tha fury from tha gun smoke

Empty my weapon and then it's covered
by a trench coat

And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still
here

Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year

Look wha The Game
created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated



[Chorus -
Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']

See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub
nose out

'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha,
Wha?)

Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill

'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out

'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)

Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill



[Verse 2 - Young Buck]

The average thug nigga somehow drug dealin'

Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla

We un-load
straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller

While othas take time to get
paid, I like it quicka

And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka

Know
wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob bigga

Respect game and game don't
respect you

Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!

Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?

Plus you got
bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank

Butchu don't feel
like you loafin'

Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'

Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens

Get a fuckin' strap
and keep ya wallet wide open

My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya
positive bound

Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Young Buck]

What does my
phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold

Tell tha world bout these
murdas, and hope they go gold

I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to
happen here qwick

6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit

Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax

Here they come,
can't run - so I gotta shoot back

why sit and sell' crack, when Im
grabin' tha gats

Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and
stacks

If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd?

Fuck
handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd

This shit hard to earn, so
Im'a get it how I can

Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini
mayn

Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord

Till I found
myself broke, back to swingin' my sword

Soulja when I was hooked to my
ambellical cord

If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'



[Chorus]



[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay ad-libin']

Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!)

Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck)

Every time you see us, we thugged out!

All tha way wit it, Hell to tha
back

Infra-red on our straps

Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu wann'
do?)

Whatchu gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)

We thugged out