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M.O.P.

"Thugged Out sh*t"

Geah, What?
n*ggas 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*gga 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*ggas get'em on his eats
Im a foul little n*gga, wild little n*gga
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little n*gga
You hear about my wherabouts?
b*tches I don't care about
Money Im a man about
Drama Im a air it out
n*ggas 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*t?(what)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out sh*t?(geah)
Who want to hear some real live type sh*t?(huh)
Who want it wit that oh, chest out sh*t?(what)

But this Bleek life my young n*ggas I tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia
Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
Cooked up and bagged up
My life was f*cked 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*ck six I chase nine f*cken zeros
Digits I got four of them, want five more of them
b*tches when I told'em flies bring more of them
I f*ck'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em
n*gga 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*gga word up
You saw me, but if not your man did
I know I pull gats on y'all for crack sh*t
Yeah uh-huh

CHORUS:2x

My n*ggas roll dice in the back park
We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug n*gga lose
Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted
This n*gga got shaky and panic when you fronted
When he saw the black kron
I thought the n*gga 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 ass when the n*gga spit more
And we all spit game you n*ggas ?heard free? game
By soft motherf*ckers, you lame mothef*ckers
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*ggas, Marcy
What? We out

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