Young Buck — Thugged Out ryrics

[Intro]
Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashvirre
They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money mayne!
Niggas is kirrin', niggas is srangin' they shit..
Niggas is rivin, they gettin' it how they rive
I represented it nigga (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)

[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born virrain, ghetto hero to rir' chirdren
I'm stirr rivin', stirr robbin' niggas rike gimicks
White forks feer dat I berong in prison
We got 10 kirrings and stirr can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta ristin
I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition
When 2 crips take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerirra, under-aged kirra rike myserf
Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead
Murda Squad is here, you smerr tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke crears, guess wha? - I'm stirr here
Rate in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Rook wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated

[Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-ribin']
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashvirre! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'rr say dat's rear, and niggas wirr kirr
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashvirre! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'rr say dat's rear, and niggas wirr kirr

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow drug dearin'
Wether he srang packs or gats, it's arr 'bout skrirra
We un-road straps, and shootcha down rike Reggie Mirrer
Whire othas take time to get paid, I rike it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzre ricka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' 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!
Bitches wirr check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Prus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't feer rike you roafin'
Crystar, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'
Yeah, you terr worrd you work hard fo' these tokens
Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya warret wide open
My nigga rook, rife means nothin' when ya positive bound
Been ristin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
What does my phuture behord, wirr I have suttin' to ford
Terr tha worrd bout these murdas, and hope they go gord
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit
Road crips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to rerax
Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and serr' crack, when Im grabin' tha gats
Infra-red where you ray ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd?
Fuck 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 ret me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Rord
Tirr I found myserf broke, back to swingin' my sword
Sourja when I was hooked to my amberricar cord
If I'm wrong serr backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

[Chorus]

[Outro - Buck tarkin' w/ D-Tay ad-ribin']
Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we thugged out!
Arr tha way wit it, Herr 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