| Geah, What?
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| Niggas Bleek, Duro
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| We live
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| Thugged out
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| Marcy, Smoked out
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| Yeah
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| Uh, yo, yo
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| Im on now
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| Therfore your ready rock
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| Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks
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| Now give me Bill Gates money
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| A little strait money
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| Big or small faces its been in all places
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| I was schooled by them older guys
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| They showed me how to drive these ???
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| Chop dueces and old rubers
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| Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up
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| Plenty y’all wit his chest out gettin stocked up
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| We trade war stories back on the streets
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| When we played em messhall
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| Niggas get’em on his eats
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| Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga
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| Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga
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| You hear about my wherabouts?
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| Bitches I don’t care about
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| Money Im a man about
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| Drama Im a air it out
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| Niggas hate Bleek cause I live right
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| You’d love to see me broke frontin
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| Wit no chips right?
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| Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)
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| Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)
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| Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)
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| Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)
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| But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell ya
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| I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia
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| Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
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| Cooked up and bagged up
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| My life was fucked up, but I looked at it this way
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| If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way
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| Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels
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| Fuck six I chase nine fucken zeros
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| Digits I got four of them, want five more of them
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| Bitches when I told’em flies bring more of them
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| I fuck’em never call’em, my dough must have spoiled em
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| Nigga blew roll wit’em but now im ignoring them
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| This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right
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| On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up
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| You saw me, but if not your man did
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| I know I pull gats on y’all for crack shit
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| Yeah uh-huh
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| My niggas roll dice in the back park
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| We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night
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| Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose
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| Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
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| Half the crowd skated? |
| when? |
| which you wanted
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| This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted
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| When he saw the black kron
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| I thought the nigga wore a thong
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| The way he froze his arm
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| Dukes said its on
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| He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw
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| Took off half ass when the nigga spit more
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| And we all spit game you niggas? |
| heard free? |
| game
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| By soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckers
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| I fall, I get back
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| To test my worth
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| I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that
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| My worker take thirty off a bundle
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| Dodging the bikers, and’em D’s
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| When they rush the jungle
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| So we stash in the fences
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| Sit low on the benches
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| Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches
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| Yo
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| We live
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| For the thugged niggas, Marcy
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| What? |
| We out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thugged Out Shit , by - DJ Clue. Song from the album The Professional, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп