[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, n**** (Bust Yours)
All my n*****, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
n**** that cross me, his a** gon die, my n**** (Bust Yours)
Them n***** (Want War)
[Verse 1]
I'm glad you said it, now you old a** rappers gon get it
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
J., you better tell these f***** peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your f***** ______, get detted
Fake a** 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 n***** peel me, and drill me
You better pay a n**** to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the s*** the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a n**** 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 s*** out of macks, take their b****
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't s***, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get f***** in your mouth?
n***** ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as f*** in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, n***** some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my s***'s sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, b**** quit ignorin' skills
I kill, n***** better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you m****f****z, I'm the illest n****, I feel
f*** a record deal, the game is fake
My n**** Coolio said "f*** 'em", start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder"
This time, my s*** hit like thunder, in the Hummer, n****, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack n*****, stay your a** in Atlanta
Old a** rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
n***** dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my s***
Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my s***"
Ain't that a b****?
[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my n**** (Bust Yours)
All of my n*****, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
The n**** that cross me, his a** gon die, my n**** (Bust Yours)
Them n***** (Want War)
[Verse 2]
If them n***** ain't down wit gettin' cream, f*** 'em
And if them n***** ain't down wit the Regime, f*** 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, n**** I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em
And f*** 'em off in the game like so
Nobody _____, f*** wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective: "Take this b**** over"
They gon make me vice president before this b**** over
Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best s*** now?
n****, you know your a** was in Tha Row, what side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone
b****, (ha ha ha ha)Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, n**** (Bust Yours)
All my n*****, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
n**** that cross me, his a** gon die, my n**** (Bust Yours)
Them n***** (Want War)
[Verse 1]
I'm glad you said it, now you old a** rappers gon get it
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
J., you better tell these f***** peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your f***** ______, get detted
Fake a** 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 n***** peel me, and drill me
You better pay a n**** to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the s*** the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a n**** 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 s*** out of macks, take their b****
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't s***, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get f***** in your mouth?
n***** ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as f*** in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, n***** some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my s***'s sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, b**** quit ignorin' skills
I kill, n***** better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you m****f****z, I'm the illest n****, I feel
f*** a record deal, the game is fake
My n**** Coolio said "f*** 'em", start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder"
This time, my s*** hit like thunder, in the Hummer, n****, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack n*****, stay your a** in Atlanta
Old a** rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
n***** dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my s***
Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my s***"
Ain't that a b****?
[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my n**** (Bust Yours)
All of my n*****, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
The n**** that cross me, his a** gon die, my n**** (Bust Yours)
Them n***** (Want War)
[Verse 2]
If them n***** ain't down wit gettin' cream, f*** 'em
And if them n***** ain't down wit the Regime, f*** 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, n**** I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em
And f*** 'em off in the game like so
Nobody _____, f*** wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective: "Take this b**** over"
They gon make me vice president before this b**** over
Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best s*** now?
n****, you know your a** was in Tha Row, what side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone
b****, (ha ha ha ha)Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)