Capone -N- Noreaga - Thugged Out Niggas lyrics

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(feat. Final Chapter, Iman Thug)

[Final Chapter]

Now I'm from Iraq, I got stories to tell

What y'all gonna speak on, I keep money saved like it's rebond

Niggas stay at, what they was bout to do

Would of done, could of did, niggas really need to quit it kid

Stay at home with pepper spray, think he can drop weight

Put us on your album, you be selling like cop cakes

Got crackers in the hood, ain't hard to spot jakes

And whoever going first, forever the dot face

[Scarlett]

Aiyo it take a real bitch, to roll with real niggas

M.U. niggas, thugged out niggas

Meet them in a club and they got the gat niggas

Step outside and it's what what niggas

Ya'll pretty boy niggas, straight punk niggas

I can't fuck with y'all, cuz I like rough niggas

It's Scarlett, boy, I got to have dough nigga

[Chorus: Noreaga]

Yo it's thugged out niggas (what) [x15]

[Capone]

Marilyn Manson, thug nigga imagine me dancing

Not, I spend a quarter rain then sell it equive with no payments

96R's my number, never disregard the hunger

Shit we scarred, felony to charge us under

This foul off, wild southpaw, I bound for Muse

Maze, Scarlett, Joey Mob and the bridge crackers

It's logic, niggas digest

Murderous sidesteps, QBC, The Heist nigga what?

[Iman Thug]

Aiyo we stay low, shine like chrome on 20 inches

Never sober, high all day, every leaches

Lawyers, judges can't dispute this shit

Cuz if ya hit, then ya hit nigga, fuck that shit

Extraordinary shit, flow style I abuse

Pop dog to the yard, While I stab ya dude

Live fucked up, stuck with body and head wounds

I be the thug chocolate, covered with chad shrooms

[Chorus]

[Maze]

Now when you think of me, you think of my niggas

Spread across like how spilled drinks is

You hears wild like echoes from a distance

Ya learn the hard way, get blazed for smart say

Scarlett, rippin niggas buck 50 yard race

Never did a bid, but my ace who did

Went from ballin to callin the crib out the bink shit

We live, kids I run with, guns a felony

Sing sing, y'all get arrested and sing for rest in peace

[Musolini]

Guns-N-Roses, comin up livin life hopeless

Trying to keep my focus, most of my fam smokers

Hit chocha, chicks that loca, deep throater

Y'all niggas better caliete la boca

Shit done changed, like the price of cane

And shit gon' changed, when my niggas smash the game

Get brain from ya dame, but the cash I came

Ya motherfuckers better stay in your lane

And start movin, but never start shootin Motherfuckers

[Chorus]