Thugged Out Songtext
von Tech N9ne

Regime Life nigga!
What!
Speak on it!
Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne)
Uh
Phats Boss (Phats Boss, nigga)
Gonzoe (Gonzoe)
L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)

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!


Balla position
Regime niggas fuck all of ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old
On some ′ol OshKosh B'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 five whip through the projects 'Til the led nine spits
Nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around with 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 your 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 just like the package
Delivered in triple wrappin′
Niggas get blasted and put in a casket
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, when they fuck with Yuk
Plus I got my own record label
So what the fuck is up?


When things is usual, we pop Christy
Just stack them Bentley′s
Your pockets empty pretending to be me
They name me Bossi
My whole click rich like we the Cosby's
Slippin′ costly
It's cut-throat, so fuck a softie
In hand to hand combat
You scared to bust back
And 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 with 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 rough
Gang-banged and hand cuffed
Fightin′ thugs, 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
Findin′ my work for debt
EathPray it's my brother that′s kept
When you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some of that

We got it bundled up
Gimme my scratch
It's just my turn an I′mma take mine
Trap nigga don't get attached
Tryna soak up, listenin'
Tryna to locate my donuts an hit ′em
While we just got on fuckin up my business
Never finished
′Til we give up the plate
Extra innings
Swing for the fence
You think too little
Your world dance with mud puddles
My shit Evian, I love trouble
Start whisperin' with your hands wide open,
Watchin′ you huddle
Big every down
Everybody got guns, let 'em ring
You fuckin′ wit me, let's all go out with a bang
In this last day, this last hour
Kool-Aid chest cowards with they life in my hands set off the power
Lights out
Swiss cheese the whole house
With a gallon of gas to douse
Light a flame an flush ′em out
Every slug count
Miss an get your stripes took
Nigga this is real life with real names written in the black books!

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!
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!

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
Tryin to touch a quick one, number one biscuit
Turn an 18 to a full 36, ain't jokin′, that's how we did it
We was natural born chemists
Ballin′ wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
Got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the concreate of S.C
Comprised wit gettin' paper, an started investin′ in me
Utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal
And time will reveal whose really holdin' the skrill
Playboy ya lackin', ain′t touchin′ my tax brackets
You fuckin' wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar pocket
An if it′s on an crackin' then my reaction is clappin′
Is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin′?
Ya betta get to trackin' playboy if you ain't packin′
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin′ max weapons
Spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab
Where illegal pharmaceuticals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
Then reassemble a semi-automatic pistol blind fold!

One-five-one
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in a stay Beam
Never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
Throwin′ up peace 'cause you know that I got you
Moolay kwa assalam rahmatuallahi wa barakatuh
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin′ us
I'm from Waymeyer, the same kinda pain caine grinda
Wit a scripta
Stickin′ out like a skin head at a bar mitzvah
Fuck wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
An my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the Bombay
Never con-ways displayed
So-right, so-tight
New York niggas say be John Blazed
I been to the ringa
Scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer
Wit desert eagle, tech meezle
A legal a nigga, na drop illegala
I die a lil nigga
Leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer
Slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
Ain′t nobody fuckin wit Regime, niggas
Bust gats at ya cats makin′ extreme figures
Get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin′ yo jaw
Fuckin' yo hoes, dawg
Lickin′ toes, balls
Makin' motherfuckin′ clothes fall
Oh! You motherfuckers don't know!
At the show you trippin', gotta go get the steel toe
To the brain nigga
Regime killas, keep the function poppin′
You really wanna know what time we leave, shit (umms)
Yes! Regime Killas, nigga!