Lyrics for Thugged Out by B.G. (Baby Gangsta) :
Wusup, n*gga off top (off top)
Man, B.G. be hustlin’ ya heard me (Hustlin’)
I be grindin’ and f*ck the Police (Grindin’) (f*ck ’em)
I don’t give a f*ck bout them

I’mma lil’ n*gga that will down you
Let off fifty rounds at you and
If you fake I don’t want to be no where around you
I’mma Head Buster, Tru Hustler, a real n*gga and
Believe I’d never get caught without my steel n*gga
You want beef with me, I’mma do ya somethin’ wrong
I’mma empty seventeenth bullets straight off in yo dome
I’mma Hot Boy, recognize or get chastised
Disrespect my mind, if ya want, ya gone die
Cause it’s like that, only way I know
How to play it, I’m all ready
Wanted by a triple murder by the Feds
So I’mma get me a brick, break it down to all O’s
Sell ’em for six, to let my cliental roll
Buy four more ki’s sell two, and sit on two
Cause I heard, through the wind, they got a draught comin’ through
I’mma hit me a lick off in that UPT
Tax them n*gga’s I want thirty a ki

[Hook – repeat 2X]
n*gga I’m thugged out
You wanna find me, I’m hustlin’
In the drug house, If I don’t know ya
I ain’t gonna give no love n*gga
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin’ a gun n*gga
Click, ready to bust n*gga, click I’m thugged out

All I know how to do is thug , hustle, and kill a n*gga
If I gotta, if I don’t know ya, don’t trust ya
sh*t’s in me to be a rider
Assault Riffles I got ’em
Stacked up in the closet
If ya out of line I’mma stop ya
Ch-Ch-Ch Chop Ya!
You know me, I’m off the block
On my side keep a Glock
Find me in a corner house, runnin’ a Quarter Shop
Police got my picture, on they dash try’na catch me
But f*ck, they can kiss my ass, I’m bout Feddi
Thugin’ is all I remember that I’ve been doin’
Every since I came out the womb, I’ve been booin’
Runnin’ with straight killers, guerillas, and real n*ggas
It’s kill or be killed with me, you know the deal n*gga
My price stay right, that’s why my shop stay hot
Whatever ya spend, ya gonna double it off top
Ain’t nothin’ in this World, you bout I ain’t bout
B.G. is gonna be forever thugged out


Told you before, I’m bout trigger play
So you can come my way
If ya want, get a clip, emptied in yo face
I’mma donkey n*gga, you don’t want me n*gga
To tie you up, and throw you off, in my trunk-e n*gga
Call yo wootay’s let ’em know I’mma keep ya n*gga
To they cough up sixty gee’s my n*gga
That’s how it go, cause if the shoes
Was on the other feet, n*gga wouldn’t hesitate
To snatch me, and call B, so f*ck that
I gotta Get It How I Live and
In this bloody streets, that I live on it’s real
So I gotta play it raw, cause only the strong survive
So it’s a must I sell them first, and grab them thing’s and ride
If I don’t, n*gga gonna jump in they sh*t and smash out
Try’na catch me slippin’ and leave Geezy ass out
But it ain’t gone happen cause believe I know how to think
I’mma shoot a whole in yo boat first, before mine sank


Click, click, n*gga like me be thugged out
Ya heard me, hustlin’ , grindin’ , try’na get mine
All these pus*y ass n*ggas Baller Blockin’
Ch-Ch Check Mate, lay down partner
Ya heard me, I’mma put ya six feet off tiggedy
n*gga, Ca$h Money n*gga for life, you know who I am
Ya heard me, you know Hot Boy$ my fam
Off tops, Big Tymer$ n*gga uhh
Thuged Out, hustlin, goin’ to that corner house
Right up the street ya heard me, quarters, dope, weed
Whatever ya need, see B.G