[Chorus]
Thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know

[Verse 1]
I'm thugged out, deep in the cut
Run yourself up, you guaranteed to get pumped
Up by the sawed-off
Blew off your head, and your body got tossed
I'm a ruthless assassin out the southwest
Guaranteed to put a hole in your chest
It's best to chill 'fore you get killed
If you act stupid, I promise I will
Make sure that your blood is spilled
And leave you faceless, with no will
Left right on the side of the road is your dead corpse
I burn out, emotionless, with no remorse
Far as I'm concerned, it's just another bitch-n***a gone
I laugh about it to myself as I roll on
Another ruthless hit
And another snitch-trick dead in a ditch
[Chorus]
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know

[Verse 2]
Now I'm waitin' in the cut for these punks
That can't show up with my bread, I'm 'bout to make sure they dead
Ho ass n***as promise that they stressin' that they some G's
We gon' find out 'cause they came short with my cheese
First n***a hopped out, caught his ass in the Jeep
Silencer kept the peace, you couldn't hear a peep
Follow busta stuck at the door, tryin' to get out
That's the one I aimed on and caught in the mouth
Driver tried to peel out, caught him through the window
Now it's only one left cryin' like a little ho
Beggin' for his life, fag, cryin' like a little bitch
Motherfuck that trick, should've came with my shit
Stuffed the hater in the head, but a G ain't done
Set the car on fire, blaze it up for fun
Then a thug burn out, top down in the wind
Thinkin' to myself, "I gotta do this again"
'Cause it was real, when them fake n***as do this
And lettin' 'em know who is the best
In this homicide game
And makin' em respect these licks I claim
And word pass through the streets
You short Viper, you go to sleep
Never to awake
And disappear without a trace
[Chorus]
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know
I'm thugged out, ballin' fo' sho'
And it'll be my .45 that'll let these boys know