Young Buck - Thugged Out lyrics

(Intro) Man, n***as be gettin' tha wrong impression of these n***as down here in Cashville They thank it's country musik mayne, mothaf**kas got money mayne! n***as is k**in', n***as is slangin' they sh**.. n***as is livin, they gettin' it how they live I represented it n***a (Wha.. F**k these n***as) (Verse 1 - Young Buck) I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children I'm still livin', still robbin' n***as like gimicks White folks feel dat I belong in prison We got 10 k**ings and still can't get in I stay un-identified, but n***as betta listin I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em I know my n***a D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!) Guerilla, under-aged k**a 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 n***as 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?) Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and n***as will k** 'Cause we thugged out, dat why n***as busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out 'Cause dese n***as 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?) Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and n***as will k** (Verse 2 - Young Buck) The average thug n***a 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 f**kin' teams of Mob bigga Respect game and game don't respect you Gon' be out here n***a, you got a nine? Get a Tec too! b**hes will check you, or make ya thank a n***a ain't? Plus you got bank too, a n***a waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank Butchu don't feel like you loafin' Crystal, you drank - and thank a n***a ain't scopin' Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens Get a f**kin' strap and keep ya wallet wide open My n***a 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 sh** Load clips, co*k 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 n***a gotta eat ya hurrd? F**k handcuffin' ya b**h, ya betta guard ya byrd This sh** 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') n***a, we thugged out (Thugged out!) n***a! 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 n***a? (Whatchu wann' do?) Whatchu gon' do n***a? (What, What, What, Huh?) We thugged out