Yukmouth - Thug Lord lyrics

(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)