Thug Lordz

C-Bo
C'mon
Yeah
The Thug Lordz in this b*tch
Get up... salute nigg*, 21 salute nigg* holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
that ride or die for their coast, nigg*
Yeah, put ya head to the street
Put ya head to the street nigg*, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in this b*tch
Regime
West Coast Mafia
Yeah, untouchable man
C'mon , C'mon . Ha.

Verse 1: C-Bo
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
cuz everytime I drop a record dog
s**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 Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these f*gg*t as* rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the s**t cuz when they see me they just cr*p in they drawers
yeah that nigg* 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a b*tch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where 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, wearin wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fkin wit 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

Chorus: C-Bo
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfker ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfker ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla..

Verse 2: Yukmouth
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a b*tch nigg* that talk to the feds
'specially a b*tch nigg* that walk wit the feds
to award shows cause bout to toss him some lead
You think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business
We the realest from the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest feel this
Make the sargent want to kill us
Regardless Godzilla will murda you nigg*
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigg*
If ya nigg* , don't crip walk nigg*
Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug Lordz b*tch
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war b*tch
That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on Face s**t, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces
Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D'z holla..

Chorus
THUG LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfker ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla..
THUG LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfker ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla (they holla)