boots As I mob with my troops Through the east Where the phonies get deleted Be seated, and all the g's I know Stay heated (tray deee) See I was born to be known as a thug
Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay ad-libin'] Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!) Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck) Every time you see us, we thugged out! All tha way
Buck been a birdman Its got to be in ya blood to be a thug If i aint makin enough I ma jack my plug We was born in it Not sworn in it You can go against
longer Law says you gotta take some to grow stronger I've conquered all you haters Like a strong-armed dominator Big dick tryn'a break a bit a' baby-
got a new boyfriend And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch
ridin through Fifth Ward Lookin for the Rap-A-Lot office Tryna kick a flow and hopin Rap-A-Lot offers me a deal Had to keep it trill so I can bust Like
the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I don't gotta give a reason
ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood! [Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a
Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I don't gotta give a
Texas the home of the Hoggs Hustlers playas G's and outlaws, better ask around how Slim Thug ball From the N.Y. to the M-I-A-M-I, way to L.A. then back
wonder, could you save me? Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be more than just to lust women Gotta be
(feat. Young Buck, Gutter Boy) [Young Buck talking] Young Buck, Quanie Cash and Gutter Boy nigga We come to tell all you broke niggaz to get yo stash
the only thing for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em real nice [Chorus] [Verse Three: Neef Buck] Yo; kill me with a get a gun, betta know
don't wanna die Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major A buck-fifty across the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and
mothafuckin' thug niggas, We st8 ballin'!! St8 ballin'! Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do. So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just
the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me free to let my ice click Ka-pling, ka-plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a
I'm getting high off buddha 'Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G in that