[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga (Bust Yours)
All my niggas, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga (Bust Yours)
Them niggas (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 fuckin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your fuckin ______, 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 niggas peel me, and drill me
You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the shit 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 shit out of macks, take their bitch
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't shit, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in your mouth?
Niggas ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, niggas some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggas better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the illest nigga, I feel
Fuck a record deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio said "Fuck 'em", start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder"
This time, my shit hit like thunder, in the Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack niggas, stay your ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
Niggas dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my shit
Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my shit"
Ain't that a bitch?
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga (Bust Yours)
All my niggas, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga (Bust Yours)
Them niggas (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 fuckin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your fuckin ______, 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 niggas peel me, and drill me
You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the shit 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 shit out of macks, take their bitch
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't shit, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in your mouth?
Niggas ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, niggas some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggas better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the illest nigga, I feel
Fuck a record deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio said "Fuck 'em", start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder"
This time, my shit hit like thunder, in the Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack niggas, stay your ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
Niggas dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my shit
Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my shit"
Ain't that a bitch?
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