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[Featuring Memphis Bleek]
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Geah What?
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Niggas Bleek Duro
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We live
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Thugged out
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Marcy Smoked out
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Yeah
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Uh yo yo
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Im on now
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Therfore your ready rock
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Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks
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Now give me Bill Gates money
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A little strait money
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Big or small faces its been in all places
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I was schooled by them older guys
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They showed me how to drive these ???
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Chop dueces and old rubers
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Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up
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Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up
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We trade war stories back on the streets
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When we played em messhall
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Niggas get'em on his eats
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Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga
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Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga
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You hear about my wherabouts?
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Bitches I don't care about
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Money Im a man about
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Drama Im a air it out
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Niggas hate Bleek cause I live right
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You'd love to see me broke frontin
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Wit no chips right?
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CHORUS: 2x
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Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)
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Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)
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Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)
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Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)
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But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell ya
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I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia
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Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
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Cooked up and bagged up
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My life was fucked up, but I looked at it this way
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If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way
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Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels
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Fuck six I chase nine fucken zeros
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Digits I got four of them, want five more of them
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Bitches when I told'em flies bring more of them
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I fuck'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em
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Nigga blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them
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This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right
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On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up
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You saw me, but if not your man did
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I know I pull gats on y'all for crack shit
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Yeah uh-huh
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CHORUS:2x
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My niggaz roll dice in the back park
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We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night
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Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose
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Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
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Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted
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This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted
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When he saw the black kron
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I thought the nigga wore a thong
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The way he froze his arm
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Dukes said its on
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He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw
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Took off half ass when the nigga spit more
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And we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? game
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By soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckers
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I fall, I get back
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To test my worth
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I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that
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My worker take thirty off a bundle
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Dodging the bikers, and'em D's
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When they rush the jungle
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So we stash in the fences
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Sit low on the benches
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Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches
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Yo
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CHORUS:2x
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We live
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For the thugged niggas, Marcy
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What? We out
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Thugged Out Shit
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DJ Clue |