Geah, What?
^!$$%s Bleek, Duro
We live

Thugged out
Marcy, Smoked out
Yeah


Uh, yo, yo
Im on now

Therfore your ready rock
Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks
Now give me Bill Gates money

A little strait money
Big or small faces its been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys

They showed me how to drive these ???
Chop dueces and old rubers
Have a ^!$$% rocked up then knocked up

Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up
We trade war stories back on the streets
When we played em messhall

^!$$%s get'em on his eats
Im a foul little ^!$$%, wild little ^!$$%
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little ^!$$%

You hear about my wherabouts?
(*##$es I don't care about
Money Im a man about

Drama Im a air it out
^!$$%s hate Bleek cause I live right
You'd love to see me broke frontin

Wit no chips right?

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Who wanna hear some more thugged out %#@!?(what)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out %#@!?(geah)
Who want to hear some real live type %#@!?(huh)

Who want it wit that oh, chest out %#@!?(what)

But this Bleek life my young ^!$$%s I tell ya

I went from a failure, holdin paraph!@#^ia
Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
Cooked up and bagged up

My life was $#&@ed up, but I looked at it this way
If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels

$#&@ six I chase nine $#&@en zeros
Digits I got four of them, want five more of them
(*##$es when I told'em flies bring more of them

I $#&@'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em
^!$$% blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them
This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right

On the ten-speed herbed up, ^!$$% word up
You saw me, but if not your man did
I know I pull gats on y'all for crack %#@!

Yeah uh-huh

[CHORUS: x2]


My ^!$$%z roll dice in the back park
We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night

Till the sky get bruised or thug ^!$$% lose
Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted

This ^!$$% got shaky and panic when you fronted
When he saw the black kron
I thought the ^!$$% wore a thong

The way he froze his arm
Dukes said its on
He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw

Took off half $$# when the ^!$$% spit more
And we all spit game you ^!$$%s ?heard free? game
By soft mother$#&@ers, you lame mothe$#&@ers

I fall, I get back
To test my worth
I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that

My worker take thirty off a bundle
Dodging the bikers, and'em D's
When they rush the jungle
So we stash in the fences
Sit low on the benches

Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches
Yo

[CHORUS: x2]


We live
For the thugged ^!$$%s, Marcy
What? We out