E-Money Bags Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Thugged Out

f/ Maze, Mussolini, Noreaga

 

 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.