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E-Money Bags Thugged Out Here are the song lyrics for Thugged Out by E-Money Bags. For more excellent E-Money Bags lyrics, run a search! Typed by: LegondarySensay@webtv.net Verse 1: (Noreaga) We thugged out, outta state on some city shit keepin' it real while ya'll niggas on some pretty shit what the dealy wit' you know I only smoke a Philly wit' famalama I got a bitch in Atlanta and everytime I fuck her yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type get head then lay meat right ya'll niggas burn bridges, I could've had ya'll tight yo, I spit this tellin' ya'll to live with this I could've had you in the bank now you lost your rank you gotta blame only yourself, yourself to think yo, you know me I hate to have to do it Homey we used to be cool, now it's like you don't know me all that jealousy shit new enemy shit had me thinkin' on some foul shit, takin' a risk. Verse 2: (E-Money Bags) Money Bags, the mafioso type gun holster, stripes be goin' down niggas backs lungs collapse when I be strapped Escobar's my witness espionage, addictions got me ready to pop shit up on highways, break my peoples out the prisons inflictin' predictions supervision, foreshadowed wisdom 'cause when the cards roll Ladies seem forbidden children of the corners get it on like in the early Morn the rooster horn I used to have a bitch to boost upon Macy's Crazy Stacy, laced me in Baisley silk robe Paisley, talkin' 'bout she want a Baby thug or Don I bug upon slug-a-thon's we shrug our arms and struggle on trials and tribulations maintain through situations. Verse 3: (Maze) This is just a page of the individual Maze the new escapades, smooth but still explosive like a grenade I reign officially, livin' the risky life tipsy all night jewels swingin', exhale from my windpipe the game of life's like spades first, niggas move forward just to reverse still I'm in it, penin' it, it hurts worse my niggas locked like there's a curse on the block but live and direct pocketin' loot for future prospects. Verse 4 (Mussolini) It's been like this for decades now, foul since a child, all into crack valves and cats that spent Thou's the richer ones hardly play the streets now catch 'em in the latest BM with the top down I fiend for scratch half of my team did that got my first pack, started hustlin' crack it didn't seem like there's was nothin' left to do so I blew, copped out on one-five-two yo, niggas is slidin' through keep the God jewel 'cause the feelin' only comes in the need of healin' thats when the heat's not concealin' then it be a whole 'lot of cap peelin' a whole 'lot of runnin' children a whole 'lot of squealin' but it still can't stop the cash from buildin' and a bitch thats willin' to give head leave they legs spread no matter if diesel in the bed. Verse 5: ( Diesel ) If there wasn't all these cats puttin' shit on my name I'd probably be somewhere outta town puttin' shit in the game for fame many cats be forgettin' where they came real niggas blaze shots put holes in your frame if you didn't know the game you should've left it alone instead of playa hatin' me 'cause I'm ridin' on chrome my stones make your bitch wanna leave home even hang up the phone like her spot just got blown be for real do you really think we don't keep steel? for them frontin' ass niggas tryin' to get they caps peeled.
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