Thugged Out Lyrics - Young Buck

(Intro) 

Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville 

They thank it's country musik mayne, mothaf**kas 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. F**k 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 

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(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 f**kin' 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! 

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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 f**kin' 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? 

F**k 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