Thugged Out Niggaz E-Money Bags (Ft. Musaliny-N-Maze & N.O.R.E.)

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