Thugged Out S***

Geah, what?
Memphis Bleek, Duro
We live (Memphis Bleek)
Thugged out (thugged out -)
Marcy, smoked out (remember we heard it first)
Yeah
Uh, yo, yo (Dj Clue)

I'm on now, therefore, your ready rock
Compare to this fishtale baggin' rocks
Now give me Bill Gates money, a little strait money
Big or small faces, it's been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys
They showed me how to drive these blowin'
Chop dueces and old rubers
Have 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
- Get 'em on his eats, I'm a foul little -, wild little -
Dedicated to these streets, a pump valve little -
You hear about my wherabouts? -, I don't care about
Money I'm a man about, drama I'm a air it out
- Hate Bleek 'cause I live right
You'd love to see me broke frontin' wit' no chips, right?

Who wanna hear some more thugged out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out -? (Geah)
Who want to hear some real live type -? (Huh?)
Who remember that ol' chest out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear some more thugged out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out -? (Geah)
Who want to hear some real live type -? (Huh?)
Who remember that ol' chest out -? (What?)

But this Bleek life my young - I tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin' paraphanalia
Weight scales, 12-12, dimes and fish tales
Cooked up and bagged up (put it on)
My life was - 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
- Six, I chase nine fuckin' zeros

Digits I got four of them, want five more of them
- When I told'em flies bring more of them
I - 'em never call 'em, my dough must have spoiled 'em
- Blew roll wit'em, but now I'm ignoring them
This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right
On the ten-speed herbed up, - word up
You saw me, but if not your man did
I know I pull gats on y'all for crack -, yeah, uh-huh

Who wanna hear some more thugged out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out -? (Geah)
Who want to hear some real live type -? (Huh?)
Who remember that ol' chest out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear some more thugged out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out -? (Geah)
Who want to hear some real live type -? (Huh?)
Who remember that ol' chest out -? (What?)

My - roll dice in the back park
We sip Bacardi Darked wit' Sprite all night
'Til the sky get bruised or thug - lose
Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
Half the crowd skated, which you wanted
This - 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 its on

He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half - when the - spit more
And we all spit game you - heard free game
By soft mother- you lame mother-
I fall, I get back, to test my worth
I tell heads to hit that, it's raw get rid of that
My worker take 30 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 it's on in the trenches
Yo

Who wanna hear some more thugged out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out -? (Geah)
Who want to hear some real live type -? (Huh?)
Who remember that ol' chest out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear some more thugged out -? (What?)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out -? (Geah)
Who want to hear some real live type -? (Huh?)
Who remember that ol' chest out -? (What?)

We live
For the thugged -, Marcy
What? We out
Wiz, Dormaco
Gig Herz, y'all know
Cash ride