Thugged Out Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Memphis Bleek] Geah What? Memph Bleek Duro We live Thugged out Marcy Smoked out Yeah [?] [?] Uh [Verse 1: Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo I'm on now Therefore your ready rock Compare to this fishscale 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 blow weed Chop deuces and hold rugers Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin' stocked up We trade war stories back on them streets When we played the mess hall Niggas dead 'em on his eats I'm a foul little nigga, wild little nigga Dedicated to these streets a pump valve, lil nigga You hear about my whereabouts? Bitches I don't care about Money, I'm a man about Drama, I'm a air it out Niggas hate Bleek 'cause I live right? You'll love to see me broke frontin', wit no chips right? [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] 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) 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) [Verse 2: Memphis Bleek] But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell ya I went from a failure, holdin' paraphernalia Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishscale Cooked up and bagged up My life was fucked up, but I looked at it this way If I don't make it this way, then I'm a do it this way Blaze my heat, while I'm after them nickels Fuck six I chase nine fucken zeros Digits I got four of them, want five more of them Bitches went on tour wit 'em Flash bring more of 'em I fuck 'em, never call 'em, my dough must have spoiled 'em Nigga blew raw wit them but now I'm 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: Memphis Bleek] 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) 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) [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] My niggas roll dice in the back park We sip Bacardi dark 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 with 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 "it's 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 pre-game By Sauce, motherfucker, for you lame motherfuckers I fall, I get back To test my worth, I tell heads to hit that, it's raw? get rid of that My workers take thirty off a bundle Dodging the bikers and the D's when they rush the jungle So we stash in the fences, sit low on the benches Keep a small gun in case it's on in the trenches Yo [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] 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) 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) [Outro: Memphis Bleek] We live For the thug niggas, Marcy, what? We out