ACD - Thugged Out lyrics

Yeah, Infamous, Mobb, yeah (Verse 1: Twin Gambino) You see I'm stress in the pres(ent) Because of the life I live I'm tired of seeing my n***as going up north, doing bid Always stupid as a kid, ain't got a cold for fist Trippin' with one in the head and two clips Poppin' sh** because your man got hit But you don't really f** with Ain't that some sh** but it's f**ed up Always got to struggle to survive and stay alive But I can't understand why my brother had to die Over some action and sh** Makes me wonder, if i will go Will it came upon straight up my nose But I was raised up (What) As a little f** (f**) So What, when you see me you better duck (duck) Or get what is up kid, you n***a hang it up Or shut your mouth because your rhymes ain't ill enough (Verse 2: Prodigy) Ayyo we thuggin' out, robbin' you out for pictures Splashin' your face, gunnin' you down with missiles Scuffin' you up, f**in' you up for real dunn It's gruesome how we do em, leave em half dead The other half wishing he would have died Storm n***as like insects for that sh** Left bloody like a haemophilia cut We not giving a f** when it's time to dump We even lump some n***a for them lonesomes Most n***as rather fight but I prefer guns Bandanas wrapped around my head cause I g**n Infamous, be the only sets that I claim Queensbridge til d**h do us all, we reign Catchin' dogs, maxing chains, you ain't got the strenght ??? don't shake me You ain't crazy, you ain't crazy, don't try to play me (HOOK) (THUGGED OUT) with the guns Move the crowd dunn Let's pop one Y'all n***as don't want none (YOU KNOW WE THUGGED OUT) Guzzling gangs out Busting these b**hes out Holding you out without a doubt son (Verse 3: Germ A.K.A. General G) Thugged out for the clip, for them n***as that die On the streets, hustling to survive Pop one in the sky For the cops who bomb rush when the jakes rush The spot by surprise, pop one in the sky ???, ready to jokes, criminal crooks Get your box shook Prepare for the meniscus to medicine Infamous attack like Wild life animal in Africa Jungle basis, guerrilla warfare Can taste it, til I was poor Runnin' to my check thirsty For mobb music, abuse this dunn We look to your mouth with my gun Take em to cover, cause your dealing with thugs motherf**er (Verse 4: Big Noyd) This is for the thugs, true thugs, take this in blood Everything around me surround the sh** I love Like my music, up in all club, signing all slugs Gangster type thugs style, fit like a hand in a glove Refer me for chewing your kitty I pray the henny will take me on this state of serenity QB misery, we live for the moment My thoughts travels on it The mind is deep like a vision Religion Christian Roman Where ice that keep leaking, dripping, bleeding ??? Thug music, overdose sh** Take your dose of this sh** We thugged out ??? (Verse 5: G.O.D. Father Pt. III) Thugged out, bugged out Infamous we on the wrong route Up in the benz ??? about to pray ??? Queens resident, infinite ??? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? (Verse 6: Ty Nitty) (Verse 7: Havoc) (Verse 8: A.Dog) (Verse 9: A.M.M.O.)