Geah bleek duro New shit, new We out out Remember where you it first DJ Yo, yo, yo
I'm on now therefore your rock Compare to this fish baggin' rocks Now give me Gates money A strait money
Big or small faces it's been in all I was schooled by older guys They me how to drive these [Incomprehensible] Chop and old rubbers
Have a rocked up then knocked up y'all wit his chest out gettin' stocked up We war stories back on them streets we played 'em messhall, niggas get 'em on his eats
I'm a little nigga, wild little nigga Dedicated to these streets a valve little nigga You about my whereabouts? I don't care about, money I'm a man about
I'm a air it out Niggas hate 'cause I live right You'd to see me broke frontin' Wit no right?
Who wanna some more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get smoked out (Geah) Who want to hear real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' out shit? (What)
Who wanna hear more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out (What)
But bleek life my young niggas I tell ya I went from a failure, paraphernalia Weight scales, twelve twelves, and fishtales Cooked up and up
My life was fucked up, but I looked at it way If I don't make it this way, then I'm a do it way Blaze my heat, while I'm after nickels Fuck six I chase nine zeros
Digits I got four of them, five more of them Bitches when I told 'em flies bring of them I fuck 'em never call 'em, my dough have spoiled 'em Nigga blew roll em but now I'm ignoring them
street life kept bleek tight with heat right On the ten speed up, nigga word up You saw me but if not man did I know I pull gats on y'all for crack yeah
Who wanna hear more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some real type shit? (Huh) Who remember ol' chest out shit? (What)
Who hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear that get out shit? (Geah) Who to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' out shit? (What)
My niggaz roll dice in the back We sip Bacardi Dark wit all night Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga Pull out two two's only two, honey
Half the crowd skated which you wanted This got shaky and panic when you fronted When he saw the black kron I thought the nigga a thong The way he froze his arm, said it's on
He stripped to his drawers when he one raw Took off half ass that nigga spit more And we all game you niggas heard free game By soft motherfuckers, for you lame
I fall, I get back, to test my I heads to hit that, it's raw get rid of that My worker say thirty off a bundle the bikers and 'em D's
When they the jungle So we in the fences Sit low on the Keep a small gun in case on in the trenches yo
Who wanna hear some more out shit? (What) Who hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out (What)
Who hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember ol' chest out shit? (What)
We For the thugged niggas, We out