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*(Yukmouth)*
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Regime Life nigga!!
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What!
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Speak on it!
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Tech 9!(Tech 9!)
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Uh.
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Phats Boss (Phats Boss)
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Gonzoe (Gonzoe)
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L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)!
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Chorus *(Phats Bossi)*
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Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
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First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
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Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
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First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
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Balla position
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Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen
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I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old
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on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
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toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
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Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets
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bitches jock it
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we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
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nigga don't knock it
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but you need to stop it
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top notch shit
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I used to cop bricks
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rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
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pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
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nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
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my click my crew nigga
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that hard time shit
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criminal minded, posted on the grind shit
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that cone silencer for one time shit
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turnin, pounds into ashes
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drinkin Cristal from the bottle
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fuck ya glasses
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smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic
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the last trial was kinda drastic
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limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
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BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
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I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package
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delivered in triple wrappin
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niggas get blasted an put in a casket
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ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
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plus I got my own record label
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SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!
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Verse 2 *(Phats Bossi)*
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When things is usual we pop Christy
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an stack them Bentley's
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ya pockets empty pretending to be me
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they name me Bossi
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my whole click rich like we the Cosby's
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slippin's costly
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it's cut-throat so fuck a softie
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in head to head combat
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you scared to bust back
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an trust that
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call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats
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hop out the company truck
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give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
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now that we grown ups
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rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts
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juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
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I was raised ruff
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gang banged an hand cuffed
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fightin ??? always showin my guts, flexin my nuts
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hand me my 'Uervo
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flip work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
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optimo, now it's X-O
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fightin my ??? for death
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pray it's my brother that's kept
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when you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some ???
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Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)*
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We got it bundled up
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gimme my scratch
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it's juss my turn an I'ma take mine
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trap
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nigga don't get attached
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tryin to soak up, listenin
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tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em
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while we juss got on fuckin up my buisness
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never finished
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til we give up the plate
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extra innings
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swing for the fence
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you think too little
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your world dance wit mud puddles
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my shit Evian, I love trouble
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start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
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big every down
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everybody got guns, let 'em ring
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you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
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in this last day, this last hour
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kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
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lights out
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??? the whole house
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wit a gallon of gas to douse
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light a flame an flush 'em out
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every slug count
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miss an get your stripes took
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nigga this is real life wit real names written in the black books!
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*(Chorus)*
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Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
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First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
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Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
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First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
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I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
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First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
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I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
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First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
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Verse 4 *(Poppa L.Q.)*
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(Check it)
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Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
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tryin to touch a quick one, number one ???
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turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
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we was natural born chemists
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ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
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got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist
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I got my degree in the concreate of S.C.
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comprised wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
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utilized my h |