Geah Niggas bleek New shit, new We out out Remember you heard it first DJ Yo, yo, yo
I'm on now therefore your rock Compare to this fish tale baggin' Now me Bill Gates money A strait money
Big or small faces it's in all places I was schooled by them guys showed me how to drive these [Incomprehensible] Chop and old rubbers
Have a nigga rocked up then up Plenty y'all wit his out gettin' stocked up We trade war stories on them streets When we played 'em messhall, niggas get 'em on his
I'm a foul nigga, wild little nigga Dedicated to these a pump valve little nigga You hear about my Bitches I don't care about, I'm a man about
I'm a air it out Niggas hate 'cause I live right You'd love to see me frontin' Wit no right?
Who hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who to hear some real live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out (What)
Who wanna hear some more out shit? (What) Who hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some real live type (Huh) Who remember that ol' out shit? (What)
But this life my young niggas I tell ya I went from a failure, paraphernalia Weight scales, twelves, dimes and fishtales Cooked up and up
My was fucked up, but I looked at it this way If I don't it this way, then I'm a do it this way Blaze my heat, while I'm after nickels Fuck six I chase nine zeros
Digits I got of them, want five more of them Bitches I told 'em flies bring more of them I fuck 'em call 'em, my dough must have spoiled 'em Nigga blew roll em but now I'm ignoring them
This street life kept bleek tight with heat On the ten speed herbed up, word up You saw me but if not man did I I pull gats on y'all for crack shit yeah
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' chest out (What)
Who wanna hear some thugged out shit? (What) Who wanna hear get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' chest out (What)
My roll dice in the back park We sip Dark wit Sprite all night Till the sky get bruised or nigga lose Pull out two two's catch two, honey
Half the crowd skated when you wanted This nigga got and panic when you fronted When he saw the black kron I the nigga wore a thong The way he froze his arm, duke it's on
He stripped to his drawers when he one raw Took off half ass that nigga spit more And we all spit game you niggas heard free By soft motherfuckers, for you motherfuckers
I fall, I get back, to my worth I tell to hit that, it's raw get rid of that My worker take say thirty off a Dodging the and 'em D's
When they rush the So we in the fences Sit low on the Keep a small gun in case it's on in the yo
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Who hear some more thugged out shit? (What) Who hear that get smoked out shit? (Geah) Who want to hear some live type shit? (Huh) Who remember that ol' out shit? (What)
We For the niggas, Marcy We out