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