Thug Lord lyrics

Artist  : Yukmouth 
Song : Thug Lord



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 [Chorus]

Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga (Bust
Yours)
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the (Thug
Lords)
Nigga that cross me, his as* gon die, my nigga
(Bust Yours)
Them niggaz (Want War)


[Verse 1]

I'm glad you said it, now you old as* rappers gon
get it
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down
eleven
J., you better tell these f**kin peasants, you
wett me, you get wetted
Even your f**kin ______, get detted
Fake as* synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded
Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, take all your
letice
I got a six-million dollar fetish, that's what it
takes to build me
I know you wish some niggaz peel me, and drill me
You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the sh*t the empty, play it filthy,
put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a nigga out like Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is
in me
My spare time, I rhyme, drink Remy, load up the
semi
I was born to slap the sh*t out of macks, take
their bit*h
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't shit, if you got Yuk in your
mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get
f**ked in your mouth?
Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the
house
Starvin', broke as f**k in the apartment, stuck
in the south
I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in Germany,
burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's
sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, bit*h quit ignorin'
skills
I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and
poppin' pills, I drill
 
But all you muthaf**kaz, I'm the illest nigga, I
feel
f**k a record deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio said 'f**k 'em', start sayin'
names and dates
Make 'em hate the 'One Hit Wonder'
This time, my sh*t hit like thunder, in the
Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack niggaz, stay your as* in Atlanta
Old as* rappers, make Oakland look bad like
Hammer
Niggaz dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my shit
Then turn around and say 'Yuk, help me write my
shit'
Ain't that a bit*h?


[Chorus]

Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga (Bust
Yours)
All or my niggaz, they down to ride for the (Thug
Lords)
The nigga that cross me, his as* gon die, my
nigga (Bust Yours)
Them niggaz (Want War)


[Verse 2]

If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, f**k
'em
And if them niggaz ain't down wit the Regime,
f**k 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved
'em
I never trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old
antiques I dust 'em
And f**k 'em off in the game like so
Nobody _____, f**k wit my flow, not even you
stole my hydro
My main objective: 'Take this bit*h over'
They gon make me vice president before this bit*h
over
Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best sh*t
now?
Nigga, you know your as* was in Tha Row, what
side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball
and Bone

Bit*h, (ha ha ha ha)Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)