Thug Lord

Thug Lord Lyrics

[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga (Bust Yours)
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga (Bust Yours)
Them niggaz (Want War)

[Verse 1]
I'm glad you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
J., you better tell these f**kin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your f**kin ______, get detted
Fake ass 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 niggaz peel me, and drill me
You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the sh*t the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a nigga 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*t out of macks, take their b**ch
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't sh*t, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get f**ked in your mouth?
Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as f**k in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my sh*t's sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, b**ch quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthaf**kaz, I'm the illest nigga, I feel
f**k a record deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio said "f**k 'em", start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder"
This time, my sh*t hit like thunder, in the Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack niggaz, stay your ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
Niggaz dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my sh*t
Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my sh*t"
Ain't that a b**ch?

[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga (Bust Yours)
All of my niggaz, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
The nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga (Bust Yours)
Them niggaz (Want War)

[Verse 2]
If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, f**k 'em
And if them niggaz ain't down wit the Regime, f**k 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em
And f**k 'em off in the game like so
Nobody _____, f**k wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective: "Take this b**ch over"
They gon make me vice president before this b**ch over
Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best sh*t now?
Nigga, you know your ass was in Tha Row, what side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone

b**ch, (ha ha ha ha)Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)