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Geah, What?Niggas Bleek, DuroWe liveThugged outMarcy, Smoked outYeahUh, yo, yo I'm on nowTherfore your ready rockCompare to this fishtale baggin rocksNow give me Bill Gates moneyA little strait moneyBig or small faces its been in all placesI was schooled by them older guysThey showed me how to drive these ???Chop dueces and old rubersHave a nigga rocked up then knocked upPlenty why'all wit his chest out gettin stocked upWe trade war stories back on the streetsWhen we played em messhallNiggas get'em on his eatsI'm a foul little nigga, wild little niggaDedicated to these streets a pump valve little niggaYou hear about my wherabouts?Bitches I don't care aboutLetras de cancionesMoney I'm a man aboutDrama I'm a air it outNiggas hate Bleek cause I live rightYou'd love to see me broke frontinWit no chips right?[CHORUS: 2x]Who want to hear some more thugged out shit?(what)Who want to hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)But this Bleek life my young niggas I tell yaI went from a failure, holdin paraphanaliaWeight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtalesCooked up and bagged upMy life was fucked up, but I looked at it this wayIf I don't make it this way, then I'm a do it this wayBlaze my heat, while I'm after them nickelsFuck six I chase nine fuckin' zerosDigits I got four of them, want five more of themBitches when I told'em flies bring more of themI fuck'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled emNigga blew roll wit'em but now I'm ignoring themThis street life kept Bleek tight with heat rightOn the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word upYou saw me, but if not your man didI know I pull gats on why'all for crack shitYeah uh-huh[CHORUS:2x]My niggaz roll dice in the back parkWe sip bacardi darked wit sprite all nightTill the sky get bruised or thug nigga losePull out two-two's only catch two, hundredHalf the crowd skated ?when? which you wantedThis nigga got shaky and panic when you frontedWhen he saw the black kronI thought the nigga wore a thongThe way he froze his armDukes said its onHe stripped to his drawers when he heard one rawTook off half ass when the nigga spit moreAnd we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? gameBy soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckersI fall, I get backTo test my worthI tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of thatMy worker take thirty off a bundleDodging the bikers, and'em D's When they rush the jungleSo we stash in the fencesSit low on the benchesKeep a small gun in case its on in the trenchesYo[CHORUS:2x]We liveFor the thugged niggas, MarcyWhat? We out From Letras Mania