Thug Lordz - Yukmouth
C'mon niggaz
Yeah
The Thug Lordz in this b**ch
Get up salute ni**a 21 salute ni**a holla
Thug Lordz
Niggaz that ride or die for their Coast ni**a
Yeah put ya head to the street
Put ya head to the street ni**a holla holla
Thug Lordz
Thug Lordz in this b**ch
Regime niggaz
West Coast Mafia niggaz
Yeah
C'mon niggaz c'mon niggaz ha
Check my Uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco I keep a guns caulked in the lo lo
I'm King Tut of the hood
'Cause everytime I drop a record dog
Sh*t I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't never backed down so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut an keep a Smith and Wesson pressed in pause
All these faggot a** rappers keep yapping they jaws
Yeah they the sh*t 'cause when they see me they just crap in they drawers
Yeah that ni**a 50 he hot but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy I heard he's a b**ch
And I ain't seen him in the hood nowhere in the valley
No house of blues or peanuts he scared of them alleys
Heard he copped his rims and Big O Tires in the hood
Surrounded by police wearing wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York and he's coming to Cali
No Glocks and Sigs just lots of pigs
Eh nig your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you f**kin with some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there four fifth kick dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit split dead in a 6 c'mon
Thug Lordz
Getting this money like a mother f**ker ready for war
We'll never snitch
Never flip
Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac11's to
Hit when we dip they holla
Thug Lordz
Getting this money like a mother f**ker ready for war
We'll never snitch
Never flip
Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac11's to
Hit when we dip they holla
Yeah
If the boss wants you dead then it's off with ya head
'Specially a b**ch ni**a that talk to the feds
'Specially a b**ch ni**a that walk with the feds
To award shows cause niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the west Coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aright but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business
We the realest from the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest niggaz feel this
Make the Sergeant want to kill us
Regardless Godzilla will murda you ni**a
I twist ya cap like a slits malt liquor for that slick talk ni**a
If ya ni**a gang bang don't crip walk ni**a
Wearing a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug Lordz b**ch
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore you don't want war b**ch
That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on Face sh*t I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces
Cause our guns look like torches busting from drop porsches
Or the drop Ferrari hotter than a hot tamale
The T H U G L O R D'z holla
Thug Lordz
Getting this money like a mother f**ker ready for war
We'll never snitch
Never flip
Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac11's to
Hit when we dip they holla
Thug Lordz
Getting this money like a mother f**ker ready for war
We'll never snitch
Never flip
Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac11's to
Hit when we dip they holla
