[Skant Intro]
This is a Thug World Order
Callin' all thugs to the fuckin' front line
The real motherfuckin' thugs
Fuck them clones, fuck the imitators
The real
[Chorus]
Everybody with somebody get up out yo chairs
It's that thug finale, we gonna rock it for the year
If it's hot then it's hot, if it's not we make it hot
I Got my Mo' Thug Family and we loadin' all the Glocks
[E Mortal Thugs]
I'm a born made killa, call me to grab the gat
Slap a bitch, stitch a nigga
Through rip they block picture
Picture me spittin' just to get at him
He see the Navi'
Niggas that was with him, never had him
The bullets from the guns was at him
So sad, he should've known my niggas was gon' get back at him
And bury on this thug finale, yeah
[Layzie]
I'm a bad lil' nigga and the sky's the limit
See I'm livin' my life cause I'm buyin' the bar
Ya'll niggas ain't out here gettin' this paper and I'm
Wonderin' what type of clowns is ya'll?
Mo' Thug niggas gettin' it, spittin' it, hittin' ya'll
Off with the real shit swiftly
Simply out here puttin' it down
Be ready for the brand new sheriff in town
(Well what's wrong with this one?)
"I shot the sheriff and I repoed his badge"
(This fellow look like he dead)
Up all ya'll wallets give me your jewelry and your cash
211, and a 187 murder is what we bringin'
Wit a Mac-11, and a 3-5-7
Weapons for your clique and we gon', strip this game
Flip this game, so nigga don't push me
Cause the world, I'm ready to fuck it like some hot steamy pussy
If you with me, nigga you with me
Nigga if you mad then you fake
I gotsta holla at Skandalous Camp cause we got money to make
Let's get it, get it
This is a Thug World Order
Callin' all thugs to the fuckin' front line
The real motherfuckin' thugs
Fuck them clones, fuck the imitators
The real
[Chorus]
Everybody with somebody get up out yo chairs
It's that thug finale, we gonna rock it for the year
If it's hot then it's hot, if it's not we make it hot
I Got my Mo' Thug Family and we loadin' all the Glocks
[E Mortal Thugs]
I'm a born made killa, call me to grab the gat
Slap a bitch, stitch a nigga
Through rip they block picture
Picture me spittin' just to get at him
He see the Navi'
Niggas that was with him, never had him
The bullets from the guns was at him
So sad, he should've known my niggas was gon' get back at him
And bury on this thug finale, yeah
[Layzie]
I'm a bad lil' nigga and the sky's the limit
See I'm livin' my life cause I'm buyin' the bar
Ya'll niggas ain't out here gettin' this paper and I'm
Wonderin' what type of clowns is ya'll?
Mo' Thug niggas gettin' it, spittin' it, hittin' ya'll
Off with the real shit swiftly
Simply out here puttin' it down
Be ready for the brand new sheriff in town
(Well what's wrong with this one?)
"I shot the sheriff and I repoed his badge"
(This fellow look like he dead)
Up all ya'll wallets give me your jewelry and your cash
211, and a 187 murder is what we bringin'
Wit a Mac-11, and a 3-5-7
Weapons for your clique and we gon', strip this game
Flip this game, so nigga don't push me
Cause the world, I'm ready to fuck it like some hot steamy pussy
If you with me, nigga you with me
Nigga if you mad then you fake
I gotsta holla at Skandalous Camp cause we got money to make
Let's get it, get it
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