Geah what? Niggas bleek duro New shit, new shit We live Thugged out Smoked out Remember where you heard it first Yeah DJ Clue Yo, yo, yo I'm on now therefore your ready rock Compare to this fish tale 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 [Incomprehensible] Chop deuces and old rubbers Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin' stocked up We trade war stories back on them streets When we played 'em messhall, niggas get 'em on his eats I'm a foul little nigga, wild little nigga Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga You hear about my whereabouts? Bitches I don't care about, money I'm a man about Drama I'm a air it out Niggas 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 shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out shit? (What) Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out shit? (What) But this bleek life my young niggas I tell ya I went from a failure, holdin' paraphernalia Weight scales, twelve twelves, dimes and fishtales Cooked up and bagged up My life was fucked 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 Fuck six I chase nine fuckin' zeros Digits I got four of them, want five more of them Bitches when I told 'em flies bring more of them I fuck 'em never call 'em, my dough must have spoiled 'em Nigga 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, nigga word up You saw me but if not your man did I know I pull gats on y'all for crack shit yeah Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out shit? (What) Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out shit? (What) My niggaz roll dice in the back park We sip Bacardi Dark wit Sprite all night Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose Pull out two two's only catch two, honey Half the crowd skated when which you wanted This nigga 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, duke said it's on He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw Took off half ass when that nigga spit more And we all spit game you niggas heard free game By soft motherfuckers, for you lame motherfuckers 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 say 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 it's on in the trenches yo Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out shit? (What) Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out shit? (What) We live For the thugged niggas, Marcy What? We out © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; MR MANATTI MUSIC; WB MUSIC CORP.; VAL'S CHILD MUSIC; DURO MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com