Young Buck - Thugged Out Lyrics
(feat. D-tay)[intro]Man, Niggas Be Gettin' Tha Wrong Impression Of These Niggas Down Here In CashvilleThey Thank It's Country Musik Mayne, Motha*****as Got Money Mayne!Niggas Is Killin', Niggas Is Slangin' They Shit..Niggas Is Livin, They Gettin' It How They LiveI Represented It Nigga (wha.. ***** These Niggas)[verse 1 - Young Buck]I'ma Born Villain, Ghetto Hero To Lil' ChildrenI'm Still Livin', Still Robbin' Niggas Like GimicksWhite Folks Feel Dat I Belong In PrisonWe Got 10 Killings And Still Can't Get InI Stay Un-identified, But Niggas Betta ListinI'm On A Mission, Just Me And My AmmunitionWhen 2 Clips Take Together, Bust And Dip 'emI Know My Nigga D-tay, Yeah He Gon' Stick 'em (wha, Wha?!)Guerilla, Under-aged Killa Like MyselfFearin' Nothin', No Head Bussin' Not Even Bein' DeadMurda Squad Is Here, You Smell Tha Fury From Tha Gun SmokeEmpty My Weapon And Then It's Covered By A Trench CoatAnd When Tha Smoke Clears, Guess Wha? - I'm Still HereLate In The Dark, Prepared Fo' Tha Next YearLook 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 SkrillaWe Un-load Straps, And Shootcha Down Like Reggie MillerWhile Othas Take Time To Get Paid, I Like It QuickaAnd Do It Sober No Weed Or Sizzle LickaKnow Wha I Mean? It's *****in' Teams Of Mob BiggaRespect Game And Game Don't Respect YouGon' Be Out Here Nigga, You Got A Nine? Get A Tec Too!*****es Will Check You, Or Make Ya Thank A Nigga Ain't?Plus You Got Bank Too, A Nigga Waitin' Fo' Ya Rank, Off Tha DankButchu 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 TokensGet A *****in' Strap And Keep Ya Wallet Wide OpenMy Nigga Look, Life Means Nothin' When Ya Positive BoundBeen Listin When Ya Body Goin' Deep In Tha Ground[chorus][verse 3 - Young Buck]What Does My Phuture Behold, Will I Have Suttin' To FoldTell Tha World Bout These Murdas, And Hope They Go GoldI'm Gettin' Known, So Wha Happens Needs To Happen Here Qwick6 Tryin' And 6 Dyin', I'm Gettin Tired Of This ShitLoad Clips, ***** It Back, Ain't No Time Fo' Me To RelaxHere They Come, Can't Run - So I Gotta Shoot BackWhy Sit And Sell' Crack, When Im Grabin' Tha GatsInfra-red Where You Lay Ya Head, Snatch You And StacksIf You Wrong, But A Nigga Gotta Eat Ya Hurrd?***** Handcuffin' Ya *****, Ya Betta Guard Ya ByrdThis Shit Hard To Earn, So Im'a Get It How I CanHop In Outta Mini-van, Knownin' This Tha Mini MaynDon't Let Me See Tha Gat When I'm Askin' Tha LordTill I Found Myself Broke, Back To Swingin' My SwordSoulja When I Was Hooked To My Ambellical CordIf 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 BackInfra-red On Our StrapsWhatchu Wann' Do Nigga? (whatchu Wann' Do?)Whatchu Gon' Do Nigga? (what, What, What, Huh?)We Thugged Out
