Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thugged-Out, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song The Worst, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Thugged-Out |
Regime Life nigga! |
What! |
Speak on it! |
Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne) |
Uh |
Phats Boss (Phats Boss) |
Gonzoe (Gonzoe) |
L.Q. |
nigga (L.Q.) |
Throw up yo hands if you thugged out! |
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! |
Throw up yo hands if you thugged out! |
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! |
Balla position |
Regime niggas fuck all’a ya women draped up in linen |
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old |
On some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi’Gosh shit |
Toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it |
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets |
Bitches jock it |
We ridin Benz’s, ya’ll still drivin 50 rockets |
Nigga don’t knock it |
But you need to stop it |
Top notch shit |
I used to cop bricks |
Rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt |
Pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits |
Nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit |
My click my crew nigga |
That hard time shit |
Criminal minded, posted on the grind shit |
That cone silencer for one time shit |
Turnin, pounds into ashes |
Drinkin Cristal from the bottle |
Fuck ya glasses |
Smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic |
The last trial was kinda drastic |
Limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us |
BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD! |
I’m A-1 Yola juss like the package |
Delivered in triple wrappin |
Niggas get blasted an put in a casket |
Ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk |
Plus I got my own record label |
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP! |
When things is usual we pop Christy |
An stack them Bentley’s |
Ya pockets empty pretending to be me |
They name me Bossi |
My whole click rich like we the Cosby’s |
Slippin’s costly |
It’s cut-throat so fuck a softie |
In head to head combat |
You scared to bust back |
An trust that |
Call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats |
Hop out the company truck |
Give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk |
Now that we grown ups |
Rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts |
Juss like the Sho Nuff, we can’t be touched |
I was raised ruff |
Gang banged an hand cuffed |
Fightin always showin my guts, flexin my nuts |
Hand me my 'Uervo |
Flip work like we was Trader Joe’s from Cisco |
Optimo, now it’s X-O |
Fightin my for death |
Pray it’s my brother that’s kept |
When you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some |
We got it bundled up |
Gimme my scratch |
It’s juss my turn an I’mma take mine |
Trap |
Nigga don’t get attached |
Tryin to soak up, listenin |
Tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em |
While we juss got on fuckin up my buisness |
Never finished |
Til we give up the plate |
Extra innings |
Swing for the fence |
You think too little |
Your world dance wit mud puddles |
My shit Evian, I love trouble |
Start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle |
Big every down |
Everybody got guns, let 'em ring |
You fuckin wit me, let’s all go out wit a bang |
In this last day, this last hour |
Kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power |
Lights out |
the whole house |
Wit a gallon of gas to douse |
Light a flame an flush 'em out |
Every slug count |
Miss an get your stripes took |
Nigga this is real life wit real names written in the black books! |
Throw up yo hands if you thugged out! |
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! |
Throw up yo hands if you thugged out! |
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! |
I can be a villian if ya… let me! |
(thugged out!!) |
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! |
I can be a villian if ya… let me! |
(thugged out!!) |
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! |
(Check it) |
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit |
Tryin to touch a quick one, number one |
Turn an 18 to a full 36 ain’t jokin thats how we did it |
We was natural born chemists |
Ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist |
Got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist |
I got my degree in the concreate of S. C |
Comprised wit gettin paper, an started investin in me |
Utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal |
And time will reveal whose really holdin the skrill |
Playboy ya lackin, ain’t touchin my tax brackets |
You fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar |
An if it’s on an crackin then my reaction is clappin |
Is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin? |
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you ain’t packin |
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin max |
Spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab |
Where illegal pharmaceudicals were sold |
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble |
Then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold! |
They call me Regime, cuz I’m way clean in stay Beam |
Never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline |
Throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you |
Moolay kwa assalam rahmatuallahi wa barakatuh |
Killa! |
Rogue Dog! |
Rogue Dog! |
57 venomous! |
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us |
I’m from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinda |
Wit a scripta |
Stickin out like a skin head at a bar mitzvah |
Fuck wit N9ne get snuffed out |
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe |
An my nigga Yukmouth, thugged out! |
Any nigga wit the bombay |
Never con-ways displayed |
So-right, so-tight |
New York niggas say be John Blazed |
I been to the ringa |
Scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer |
Wit desert eagle, tech meezle |
A a nigga, a drop a |
I die a lil nigga |
Leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer |
Slit ya throat then we skip out, «I Know What You Did Last Summer» |
Ain’t nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas |
Bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures |
Get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya’ll we seperatin yo jaw |
Fuckin yo hoes dog |
Lickin toes, balls |
Makin mutha fuckin clothes fall |
Oh! |
You mutha fuckas don’t know! |
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe |
To the brain nigga |
REGIME KILLAS keep the function poppin |
You really wanna know what time we leave, shit… |
YES! |
REGIME KILLAS… NIGGA!!! |