featuring Juvenile Lil' Wayne Musalini Maze (Goldfingaz)
Verse 1: [Lil' Wayne of the Hot Boys] They call me the youngest headbuster walkin' Thugged out and all black calicole sparklin' A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm death But for the bread I bring ya anybody head That's how I play it I don't hold back I told Dancer be on the spot were ya sold crack Nigga feel played, they step up and get blown back I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old Mag Now block a Nigga, get off me
Verse 2: [Juvenile of the Hot Boys] Get some off that, buy the weed and blow that bitch up Won't play with me, like I'ma choke that bitch up Keep it on the turf, I might be killin' to get mine New prints on the back, I make a million big time I'll always be a thug, until I'm trippin' and crazy I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backsliders All day bullshittin', necklaces and homicides
Chorus: x4 [Noreaga] Cash Money Niggas, they don't play that shit Thugged Out Niggas, we don't play that shit
Verse 3: [Noreaga] Thugged Out, Cash Money, ha B.G, Juvenile ain't funny ha We try to, get that paper like Bugs Bunny ha Yo we in the projects with my little honey ha Yo what up Kiko, you get's real (?) We got's this, chicks to slauve, that right outta Kansas Ayyo, these countless bitches We used to fuck 'em on campus You my roley, ha, ha I'm your roley, ha, ha Fuck with us, you think a Nigga fuckin' holy, ha Semi, Latin cruise, down the Baton Rouge Then I, got a Hummer that's sittin' on 32's But for the hood, we got the eastcoast locked Magnolia and Iraq, now that's my spots Come anywhere near there and still be shot Prat Niggas, shot Niggas, shot Niggas, shot Niggas Shot, shot
Chorus: x4
Verse 4: [Musalini of Thugged Out Ent.] >From N.Y to N.O, Thugged Out and Cash Money I'm a thug B, how you gonna stop hungry We eatin' pop doubly and beef, we pop dummies Run up in hood honey's, it's all good sunny Throw your sets up Nigga Throw your side up Nigga Ride or die young Nigga Get high young Nigga Stay fly young Nigga Do what you gotta, survive young Nigga
Verse 5: [Maze of Thugged Out Ent.] Live we fly down in New Orleans Get it purpulatin' You smell me, keep that fire green circulating Thugged Out with Cash Money Thugs we stash your arm Weeds get blazed from your face till feet With us all we stay deep, got beef we're surroundin' My Niggas cock back Mags from here to sum the houses Get rocked or get it on if you bout it Cause boy you're in the zone You take routes quick like boy Jones
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Verse 1: [Lil' Wayne of the Hot Boys] They call me the youngest headbuster walkin' Thugged out and all black calicole sparklin' A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm death But for the bread I bring ya anybody head That's how I play it I don't hold back I told Dancer be on the spot were ya sold crack Nigga feel played, they step up and get blown back I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old Mag Now block a Nigga, get off me
Verse 2: [Juvenile of the Hot Boys] Get some off that, buy the weed and blow that bitch up Won't play with me, like I'ma choke that bitch up Keep it on the turf, I might be killin' to get mine New prints on the back, I make a million big time I'll always be a thug, until I'm trippin' and crazy I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backsliders All day bullshittin', necklaces and homicides
Chorus: x4 [Noreaga] Cash Money Niggas, they don't play that shit Thugged Out Niggas, we don't play that shit
Verse 3: [Noreaga] Thugged Out, Cash Money, ha B.G, Juvenile ain't funny ha We try to, get that paper like Bugs Bunny ha Yo we in the projects with my little honey ha Yo what up Kiko, you get's real (?) We got's this, chicks to slauve, that right outta Kansas Ayyo, these countless bitches We used to fuck 'em on campus You my roley, ha, ha I'm your roley, ha, ha Fuck with us, you think a Nigga fuckin' holy, ha Semi, Latin cruise, down the Baton Rouge Then I, got a Hummer that's sittin' on 32's But for the hood, we got the eastcoast locked Magnolia and Iraq, now that's my spots Come anywhere near there and still be shot Prat Niggas, shot Niggas, shot Niggas, shot Niggas Shot, shot
Chorus: x4
Verse 4: [Musalini of Thugged Out Ent.] >From N.Y to N.O, Thugged Out and Cash Money I'm a thug B, how you gonna stop hungry We eatin' pop doubly and beef, we pop dummies Run up in hood honey's, it's all good sunny Throw your sets up Nigga Throw your side up Nigga Ride or die young Nigga Get high young Nigga Stay fly young Nigga Do what you gotta, survive young Nigga
Verse 5: [Maze of Thugged Out Ent.] Live we fly down in New Orleans Get it purpulatin' You smell me, keep that fire green circulating Thugged Out with Cash Money Thugs we stash your arm Weeds get blazed from your face till feet With us all we stay deep, got beef we're surroundin' My Niggas cock back Mags from here to sum the houses Get rocked or get it on if you bout it Cause boy you're in the zone You take routes quick like boy Jones
Chorus: x4
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