Thugged Out lyrics

Artist  : Young Buck 
Song : Thugged Out



 Send "Thugged Out" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Intro]

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)



[Verse 1 - Young
Buck]

I'ma 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



[Chorus - Buck
w/ D-Tay ad-libin']

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



[Verse 2 - Young Buck]

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



[Chorus]



[Verse
3 - Young Buck]

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'



[Chorus]



[Outro - Buck
talkin' w/ D-Tay ad-libin']

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