Geah, What?  Niggas Bleek, Duro  We live  Thugged out  Marcy, Smoked out  Yeah    Uh, yo, yo   Im 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 nigga rocked up then knocked up  Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up  We trade war stories back on the streets  When we played em messhall  Niggas get'em on his eats  Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga  Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga  You hear about my wherabouts?  Bitches I don't care about  Money Im a man about  Drama Im a air it out  Niggas hate Bleek cause I live right  You'd love to see me broke frontin  Wit no chips right?    CHORUS: 2x  Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)  Who wanna 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 ya  I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia  Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales  Cooked up and bagged up  My life was fucked up, but I looked at it this way  If I dont make it this way, then im a do it this way  Blaze my heat, while Im after them nickels  Fuck six I chase nine fucken zeros  Digits I got four of them, want five more of them  Bitches when I told'em flies bring more of them  I fuck'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em  Nigga blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them  This street life kept Bleek tight with heat right  On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up  You saw me, but if not your man did  I know I pull gats on y'all for crack shit  Yeah uh-huh    CHORUS:2x    My niggaz roll dice in the back park  We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night  Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose  Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred  Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted  This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted  When he saw the black kron  I thought the nigga 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 ass when the nigga spit more  And we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? game  By soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckers  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 niggas, Marcy  What? We out