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