Who Sang Thugged Out Shit? DJ Clue? feat. Memphis Bleek

Memphis Bleek The Professional cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1998-12-15
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap/Gangsta
length: 3:55
guest performer: Memphis Bleek
Lyrics
Geah, What?
*****s Bleek, Duro
We live
Thugged out
Marcy, Smoked out
Yeah

Uh, yo, yo
I'm on now
Therfore your ready rock
Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks
Now give me Bill Gates money
A little strait money
Big or small faces its been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys
They showed me how to drive these ???
Chop dueces and old rubers
Have a ***** rocked up then knocked up
Plenty why'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up
We trade war stories back on the streets
When we played em messhall
*****s get'em on his eats
I'm a foul little *****, wild little *****
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little *****
You hear about my wherabouts?
*****es I don't care about
Money I'm a man about
Drama I'm a air it out
*****s hate Bleek cause I live right
You'd love to see me broke frontin
Wit no chips right?

[CHORUS: 2x]
Who want to hear some more thugged out ****?(what)
Who want to hear that get smoked out ****?(geah)
Who want to hear some real live type ****?(huh)
Who want it wit that oh, chest out ****?(what)

But this Bleek life my young *****s I tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia
Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
Cooked up and bagged up
My life was ****ed up, but I looked at it this way
If I don't make it this way, then I'm a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while I'm after them nickels
**** six I chase nine ****in' zeros
Digits I got four of them, want five more of them
*****es when I told'em flies bring more of them
I ****'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em
***** blew roll wit'em but now I'm ignoring them
This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right
On the ten-speed herbed up, ***** word up
You saw me, but if not your man did
I know I pull gats on why'all for crack ****
Yeah uh-huh

[CHORUS:2x]
My *****z roll dice in the back park
We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug ***** lose
Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted
This ***** got shaky and panic when you fronted
When he saw the black kron
I thought the ***** wore a thong
The way he froze his arm
Dukes said its on
He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half *** when the ***** spit more
And we all spit game you *****s ?heard free? game
By soft ************s, you lame mothe****ers
I fall, I get back
To test my worth
I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that
My worker take thirty off a bundle
Dodging the bikers, and'em D's
When they rush the jungle
So we stash in the fences
Sit low on the benches
Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches
Yo

[CHORUS:2x]
We live
For the thugged *****s, Marcy
What? We out

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Ruff Ryders Anthem (remix)
  • 3 It’s On
  • 4 Fantastic 4
  • 5 Queensfinest
  • 6 Exclusive New Shit
  • 7 Gangsta Shit
  • 8 Thugged Out Shit
  • 9 It’s My Thang ’99
  • 10 Mariah Carey (skit)
  • 11 Whatever You Want
  • 12 That’s the Way
  • 13 I Like Control
  • 14 Bitch Be a Ho
  • 15 If They Want It
  • 16 Pain in da Ass (skit)
  • 17 The Professional
  • 18 Brown Paper Bag Thoughts
  • 19 Cops & Robbers
  • 20 Made Men
  • 21 No Love
  • 22 Come On

  • Release information
    label: Roc‐A‐Fella Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 731455889123
    script: Latin