Thugged Out sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Memphis Bleek]
Geah, What?
n*ggas Bleek, Duro
We live
Thugged out
Marcy, Smoked out
Yeah

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
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 blow weed
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: Memphis Bleek]
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)

[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
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: Memphis Bleek]
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)
[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
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: Memphis Bleek]
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)

[Outro: Memphis Bleek]
We live
For the thugged n*ggas, Marcy
What? We out