Memphis Bleek - Thugged Out sh** lyrics

Geah, What? n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as get'em on his eats Im a foul little n***a, wild little n***a Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little n***a You hear about my wherabouts? b**hes I don't care about Money Im a man about Drama Im a air it out n***as 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 sh**?(what) Who wanna hear that get smoked out sh**?(geah) Who want to hear some real live type sh**?(huh) Who want it wit that oh, chest out sh**?(what) But this Bleek life my young n***as I tell ya I went from a failure, holdin paraphan*lia Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales Cooked up and bagged up My life was f**ed 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 f** six I chase nine f**en zeros Digits I got four of them, want five more of them b**hes when I told'em flies bring more of them I f**'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em n***a blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right On the ten-speed herbed up, n***a word up You saw me, but if not your man did I know I pull gats on y'all for crack sh** Yeah uh-huh CHORUS:2x My n***as roll dice in the back park We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night Till the sky get bruised or thug n***a lose Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted This n***a got shaky and panic when you fronted When he saw the black kron I thought the n***a 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 a** when the n***a spit more And we all spit game you n***as ?heard free? game By soft motherf**ers, you lame mothef**ers 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 n***as, Marcy What? We out