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