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Thugged Out

Artist:Tech N9ne  Album:The Worst 

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Regime Life nigga!! What! Speak on it! Tech 9!(Tech 9!) Uh. Phats Boss (Phats Boss) Gonzoe (Gonzoe) L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)! Chorus *(Phats Bossi)* Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* Balla position Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets bitches jock it we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets nigga don't knock it but you need to stop it top notch shit I used to cop bricks rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit my click my crew nigga that hard time shit criminal minded, posted on the grind shit that cone silencer for one time shit turnin, pounds into ashes drinkin Cristal from the bottle fuck ya glasses smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic the last trial was kinda drastic limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD! I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package delivered in triple wrappin niggas get blasted an put in a casket ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk plus I got my own record label SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP! Verse 2 *(Phats Bossi)* When things is usual we pop Christy an stack them Bentley's ya pockets empty pretending to be me they name me Bossi my whole click rich like we the Cosby's slippin's costly it's cut-throat so fuck a softie in head to head combat you scared to bust back an trust that call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats hop out the company truck give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk now that we grown ups rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched I was raised ruff gang banged an hand cuffed fightin ??? always showin my guts, flexin my nuts hand me my 'Uervo flip work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco optimo, now it's X-O fightin my ??? for death pray it's my brother that's kept when you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some ??? Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)* We got it bundled up gimme my scratch it's juss my turn an I'ma take mine trap nigga don't get attached tryin to soak up, listenin tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em while we juss got on fuckin up my buisness never finished til we give up the plate extra innings swing for the fence you think too little your world dance wit mud puddles my shit Evian, I love trouble start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle big every down everybody got guns, let 'em ring you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a bang in this last day, this last hour kool-aid chest cowards wit they

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