Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thugged Out, artist - Young Buck. Album song TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2005
Record label: John Galt Entertainment
Song language: English
Thugged Out |
| Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in |
| Cashville |
| They thank it’s country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money mayne! |
| Niggas is killin', niggas is slangin' they shit. |
| Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they live |
| I represented it nigga (Wha. Fuck these niggas) |
| I’mma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children |
| I’m still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks |
| White folks feel dat I belong in prison |
| We got 10 killings and still can’t get in |
| I stay un-identified, but niggas betta listin |
| I’m on a mission, just me and my ammunition |
| When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em |
| I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!) |
| Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself |
| Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead |
| Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke |
| Empty my weapon and then it’s covered by a trench coat |
| And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? |
| — I'm still here |
| Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year |
| Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated |
| See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out |
| Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I’m from — Cashville! |
| (Wha, Wha?) |
| Come down here I betchu’ll say dat’s real, and niggas will kill |
| Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out |
| Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I’m from — Cashville! |
| (Wha, Wha?) |
| Come down here I betchu’ll say dat’s real, and niggas will kill |
| The average thug nigga somehow drug dealin' |
| Wether he slang packs or gats, it’s all 'bout skrilla |
| We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller |
| While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka |
| And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka |
| Know wha I mean? |
| It’s fuckin' teams of Mob bigga |
| Respect game and game don’t respect you |
| Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine? |
| Get a Tec too! |
| Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain’t? |
| Plus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank |
| Butchu don’t feel like you loafin' |
| Crystal, you drank — and thank a nigga ain’t scopin' |
| Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens |
| Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide open |
| My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive bound |
| Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground |
| What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold |
| Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold |
| I’m gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick |
| 6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I’m gettin tired of this shit |
| Load clips, cock it back, ain’t no time fo' me to relax |
| Here they come, can’t run — so I gotta shoot back |
| Why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha gats |
| Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks |
| If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd? |
| Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd |
| This shit hard to earn, so Im’a get it how I can |
| Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn |
| Don’t let me see tha gat when I’m askin' tha Lord |
| Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my sword |
| Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord |
| If I’m wrong sell backwards dat’s why I’m here fo' |
| Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!) |
| Nigga! |
| D-Tay (And Young Buck) |
| Every time you see us, we thugged out! |
| All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back |
| Infra-red on our straps |
| Whatchu wann' do nigga? |
| (Whatchu wann' do?) |
| Whatchu gon' do nigga? |
| (What, What, What, Huh?) |
| We thugged out |