Thugged Out Shit

<br>Geah, What?<br>Niggas Bleek, Duro<br>We live<br>Thugged out<br>Marcy, Smoked out<br>Yeah<br><br>Uh, yo, yo<br> Im on now<br>Therfore your ready rock<br>Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks<br>Now give me Bill Gates money<br>A little strait money<br>Big or small faces its been in all places<br>I was schooled by them older guys<br>They showed me how to drive these ???<br>Chop dueces and old rubers<br>Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up<br>Plenty y`all wit his chest out gettin stocked up<br>We trade war stories back on the streets<br>When we played em messhall<br>Niggas get`em on his eats<br>Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga<br>Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga<br>You hear about my wherabouts?<br>Bitches I don`t care about<br>Money Im a man about<br>Drama Im a air it out<br>Niggas hate Bleek cause I live right<br>You`d love to see me broke frontin<br>Wit no chips right?<br><br>CHORUS: 2x<br>Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)<br>Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)<br>Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)<br>Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)<br><br>But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell ya<br>I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia<br>Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales<br>Cooked up and bagged up<br>My life was fucked up, but I looked at it this way<br>If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way<br>Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels<br>Fuck six I chase nine fucken zeros<br>Digits I got four of them, want five more of them<br>Bitches when I told`em flies bring more of them<br>I fuck`em never call`em,my dough must have spoiled em<br>Nigga blew roll wit`em but now im ignoring them<br>This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right<br>On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up<br>You saw me, but if not your man did<br>I know I pull gats on y`all for crack shit<br>Yeah uh-huh<br><br>CHORUS:2x<br><br>My niggaz roll dice in the back park<br>We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night<br>Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose<br>Pull out two-two`s only catch two, hundred<br>Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted<br>This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted<br>When he saw the black kron<br>I thought the nigga wore a thong<br>The way he froze his arm<br>Dukes said its on<br>He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw<br>Took off half ass when the nigga spit more<br>And we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? game<br>By soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckers<br>I fall, I get back<br>To test my worth<br>I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that<br>My worker take thirty off a bundle<br>Dodging the bikers, and`em D`s <br>When they rush the jungle<br>So we stash in the fences<br>Sit low on the benches<br>Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches<br>Yo<br><br>CHORUS:2x<br><br>We live<br>For the thugged niggas, Marcy<br>What? We out