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