Yukmouth

He's Yukmouth

[ CHORUS ]
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out

If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it
When you're hustlin, nigga, show it
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it
Shot-callin and you show it
If you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet

[ VERSE 1 ]
Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland
Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim
Hot sex to gentlemans puffin Havana
Bring ya drugs to Atlanta if you don't fuck with bammer
You only fuck with chron', be poppin Cris Don
You rockin Big John's, your watch is glistenan
You ain't watchin the Pistons inside your dot six'n
You got a hot chicken who never stops lickin
I smoke the hash to ashes, my click be draggin tatted
I probably pop a tablet but never fuck with acid
My bitches be the baddest, petite with fat asses
Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish mansions
Aiyo, I toast to that, my niggas toast to that
Cause I was broker back in the days wearin crocker sacks
Now I smoke doja sacks, I'm never goin back
I got the house, the Jaguar and the Rover, black

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 2 ]
You like menage-a-trois, you fuck with exotic broads
You drive exotic cars, you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a bitch out, you slap a nigga out
You slap a pimp out, you slap a trick out
Pistol-whip a snitch down, get hit with a pistol
We sippin Cris now, my niggas rich now
We at them play-offs, baby, we at the Super Bowl
We in Las Vegas, baby, fight night as usual
I switch and gatored out, gaffled and papered out
Pull stretch Navigators out, TV-/PlayStation-ed out
Y'all niggas hate us now, two thou I say this now
Jackers wanna lay me down, rappers wanna spray me down
But they can't fuck with Yuk cause I'm a Thug Lord
That's gon' bring em that hardcore if they want more

[ VERSE 3 ]
You fly to Cancun, you take flights to Jamaica
You love them damn shrooms, you love Garcia Vegas
You take flights to the Bahamas, you fight your baby mama
That child payment drama, then flipped her a new Mercedes,
partner
You're not a Captain Save Her cause hoes be pullin capers
You smoke 'dro different flavors, X Men like Doctor and Xavier
Pop pills like Christian Slater, you on a mission, player
You always spendin paper, fuck ice, we gettin glaciers
My neck bling-blingin, Rolex bling-blingin
20" bling-blingin, my set bling-blingin
But if it was back in the days I'd take a nigga bling
Take a nigga ring, break and make a nigga scream
I was slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project
Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit the jackpot
We like to scrap a lot, so busters keep your gats cocked

[ CHORUS ]

He's Yukmouth

[ CHORUS ]
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out

If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it
When you're hustlin, nigga, show it
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it
Shot-callin and you show it
If you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet

[ VERSE 1 ]
Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland
Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim
Hot sex to gentlemans puffin Havana
Bring ya drugs to Atlanta if you don't fuck with bammer
You only fuck with chron', be poppin Cris Don
You rockin Big John's, your watch is glistenan
You ain't watchin the Pistons inside your dot six'n
You got a hot chicken who never stops lickin
I smoke the hash to ashes, my click be draggin tatted
I probably pop a tablet but never fuck with acid
My bitches be the baddest, petite with fat asses
Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish mansions
Aiyo, I toast to that, my niggas toast to that
Cause I was broker back in the days wearin crocker sacks
Now I smoke doja sacks, I'm never goin back
I got the house, the Jaguar and the Rover, black

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 2 ]
You like menage-a-trois, you fuck with exotic broads
You drive exotic cars, you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a bitch out, you slap a nigga out
You slap a pimp out, you slap a trick out
Pistol-whip a snitch down, get hit with a pistol
We sippin Cris now, my niggas rich now
We at them play-offs, baby, we at the Super Bowl
We in Las Vegas, baby, fight night as usual
I switch and gatored out, gaffled and papered out
Pull stretch Navigators out, TV-/PlayStation-ed out
Y'all niggas hate us now, two thou I say this now
Jackers wanna lay me down, rappers wanna spray me down
But they can't fuck with Yuk cause I'm a Thug Lord
That's gon' bring em that hardcore if they want more

[ VERSE 3 ]
You fly to Cancun, you take flights to Jamaica
You love them damn shrooms, you love Garcia Vegas
You take flights to the Bahamas, you fight your baby mama
That child payment drama, then flipped her a new Mercedes,
partner
You're not a Captain Save Her cause hoes be pullin capers
You smoke 'dro different flavors, X Men like Doctor and Xavier
Pop pills like Christian Slater, you on a mission, player
You always spendin paper, fuck ice, we gettin glaciers
My neck bling-blingin, Rolex bling-blingin
20" bling-blingin, my set bling-blingin
But if it was back in the days I'd take a nigga bling
Take a nigga ring, break and make a nigga scream
I was slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project
Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit the jackpot
We like to scrap a lot, so busters keep your gats cocked

[ CHORUS ]

(feat. Big Mike, DMG & Yukmouth)

Verse 1:
(DMG)
You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,
I'm from the hood
Nigga,
I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas
And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'
I put it down yes
Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields Nigga
These Niggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga
This a Glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
Whut's up Nigga?
These sirenes start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creepin, seekin'
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G
And I bring the B-O-M-B-?
Nigga

Chorus
(Yukmouth)
It's In My Blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustelers
And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that Nigga bug, Nigga
It's In My Blood
Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers
Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!

Verse 2:
(Yukmouth)
It's in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when shit was crackin'
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,
stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we love money
I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga,
would you like to be a Nigga too
Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do
You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My Niggas just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear,
and fuck with your mind
Nigga

Chorus

Verse 3:
(Big Mike)
Niggas betray themselves as low key,
broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was
Nothin' nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush,
bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point,
not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood

Chorus x2

Ooh! Ooh!
You bitch! (you bitch!)
I told yo' ass that shit won't gone last forever
Ooh! Ooh!
All them f**kin gimmicks and bite motherf**kers
You bitch!
Then i'm slappin niggas into 2000 (yes)
Pistol whippin bitches and niggas (yes)
where my thugs at? where my real bitches at? (what)
where my real killer niggas at? (what)
one salute

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
what what, for all my thug niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their
knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
what, for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for all my niggas makin they cheese
smashin police with 20's on your V
drink remy and squeeze
stack plenty of G's
niggas hustle chicken heads keep pluckin
i'm thuggin, ragin' model, money and weed over f**kin
cos ain't no dressin them hoes
i'm up in lovin them hoes
handcuffin your ho
when i come through i'll have your bitch suckin my toes
get f**ked in a rolls drawed out on VT
i'm that nigga thats righteous sittin on the couch
with the gold mouth (bling)
rockin platinum shit tryna show out
never soldout i was suited everythin from open to makin the
apollo shout
Yukmouth that nigga thugged out
i'm from the city of dope where every block has a drughouse
and a weed spot full of playas
you can catch me at yo' local LA vodago
coppin an ounce of omega
smokin playas on the paper chase (yes, yes)
slang rocks like major waste (yes, yes)
ridin a 99 right through your waist ~ nigga ~ what

my niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches that breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for my niggas who rock a Roley on your wrist daily
my hit be Power 106 ready
like cowards who knew shits heavy, get ready
for the second comin up that niggas summoned ~ by God
got niggas poppin out they tanks and runnin

take off that f**kin chain and gunnin
niggas get done in
i'm lettin off that whole magazine on bitches who want it
got niggas scared like the hun'ert
hide in they 2000 five hun'erts
you better pray to God i'm sluggin
for 4, 5 gunmen
got niggas jumpin out they car leavin them broads just runnin
pimp niggas hide your woman
i'm tellin y'all
i have 'em in the drizzy like the terror squad
menage a trois always share a broad with a broad
this the mob best at large
three tv's in the car
three cars can run niggas hustle hard
to all my bitches breakin niggas at the bars
strippin, swingin from poles to get yours

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads that ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for all my thug niggas and killers
duck-tapin niggas
pistol whip and take his glitter
f**k them hatin niggas
and bitches makin figures datin niggas
Cristasian dinners pay forget it they know how to break a nigga
i got killers on the +pay roll+ plannin to hit me
Fedderchini Alfredo take a nigga to pull like Wako
if i say so cos i make mo' then the average Joe
I rock a platinum row (bling)
you rock a fake ol' 'sako
got everything in the range ro'
except cable flows fatal
givin it to niggas who softer than play-doh
don't make no
false moves watch who you talk to
i'll spark you, off you
make the cops white chalk you
niggas talkin shit about Yuk is gone cost you
your f**kin head, your arms, your legs, i'm cuttin off your
balls too
this is for all you bad bitches gettin cheese
sittin nickin niggas E's, hittin weed

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their
knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!
[fades out]

Ooh! Ooh!
You bitch! (you bitch!)
I told yo' ass that shit won't gone last forever
Ooh! Ooh!
All them f**kin gimmicks and bite motherf**kers
You bitch!
Then i'm slappin niggas into 2000 (yes)
Pistol whippin bitches and niggas (yes)
where my thugs at? where my real bitches at? (what)
where my real killer niggas at? (what)
one salute

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
what what, for all my thug niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their
knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
what, for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for all my niggas makin they cheese
smashin police with 20's on your V
drink remy and squeeze
stack plenty of G's
niggas hustle chicken heads keep pluckin
i'm thuggin, ragin' model, money and weed over f**kin
cos ain't no dressin them hoes
i'm up in lovin them hoes
handcuffin your ho
when i come through i'll have your bitch suckin my toes
get f**ked in a rolls drawed out on VT
i'm that nigga thats righteous sittin on the couch
with the gold mouth (bling)
rockin platinum shit tryna show out
never soldout i was suited everythin from open to makin the
apollo shout
Yukmouth that nigga thugged out
i'm from the city of dope where every block has a drughouse
and a weed spot full of playas
you can catch me at yo' local LA vodago
coppin an ounce of omega
smokin playas on the paper chase (yes, yes)
slang rocks like major waste (yes, yes)
ridin a 99 right through your waist ~ nigga ~ what

my niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches that breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for my niggas who rock a Roley on your wrist daily
my hit be Power 106 ready
like cowards who knew shits heavy, get ready
for the second comin up that niggas summoned ~ by God
got niggas poppin out they tanks and runnin

take off that f**kin chain and gunnin
niggas get done in
i'm lettin off that whole magazine on bitches who want it
got niggas scared like the hun'ert
hide in they 2000 five hun'erts
you better pray to God i'm sluggin
for 4, 5 gunmen
got niggas jumpin out they car leavin them broads just runnin
pimp niggas hide your woman
i'm tellin y'all
i have 'em in the drizzy like the terror squad
menage a trois always share a broad with a broad
this the mob best at large
three tv's in the car
three cars can run niggas hustle hard
to all my bitches breakin niggas at the bars
strippin, swingin from poles to get yours

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads that ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for all my thug niggas and killers
duck-tapin niggas
pistol whip and take his glitter
f**k them hatin niggas
and bitches makin figures datin niggas
Cristasian dinners pay forget it they know how to break a nigga
i got killers on the +pay roll+ plannin to hit me
Fedderchini Alfredo take a nigga to pull like Wako
if i say so cos i make mo' then the average Joe
I rock a platinum row (bling)
you rock a fake ol' 'sako
got everything in the range ro'
except cable flows fatal
givin it to niggas who softer than play-doh
don't make no
false moves watch who you talk to
i'll spark you, off you
make the cops white chalk you
niggas talkin shit about Yuk is gone cost you
your f**kin head, your arms, your legs, i'm cuttin off your
balls too
this is for all you bad bitches gettin cheese
sittin nickin niggas E's, hittin weed

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their
knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!
[fades out]

Yes
You know I had to make a weed song for the album, bitch
This Smoke-A-Lot on mine, ya dig
I stay puffin lah, ya dig
What
What what

[ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ]
When I wake up in the morning I'm always puffin, my friend
Before a nigga finished ???? I'm rollin up one again
Stuff ???? again cause I love puffin, my friend
I check the map cause I keep smokin and won't f**k again
So now I hop in the big body Benz, my friend
Bend a corner to the weed spot with ends to spend
Park the Benz, jump out like 'what's up, my friend?'
He plugged me with the chronic buds that make mi platinum teeth
grin
Let us begin: why, what, when or where and when
A nigga spend so much cheese on this weed, my friend
Cause I'm a fiend, my friend, a dopefiend, my friend
Plus all around the world smokin weed make friends
From Italy to Japan smokin weed make friends
They don't know my language but understand my weed, my friend
From here to Amsterdam smokin weed make friends
Smoke Afghanistan hashis overseas, my friend
Come again

[ CHORUS: Benzalino ]
Lah lah
Always seen me smokin lah lah
I'm always puffin on lah lah
Always seen me smokin lah lah
I'm always puffin on lah lah

[ VERSE 2: Yukmouth ]
Everywhere a nigga go I'm smokin 'dro, my friend
Mi like to blow and then mi blow until mi need mo' again
And so I go again, go and get the endo, my friend
Hit the liquor store and get the optimols, my friend
Come again, I take a piss test on parole, my friend
That's why mi keep ???? golden seals and blunts pre-rolled, my
friend
Cause I can't let the p.o. kknow that I ???? smoke it again

Mi on mi third strike and mi no wanna go to the pen
I tell em mi don't like the drugs, they like me, my friend
Ecstacy, mi even roll up shrooms with weed, my friend
Mi tell em mi don't like the drugs, they like me, my friend
Plus all around the world smokin weed make friends
The bodega man he love me cause I spend, spend, spend
I buy QP's ???? purchase and a twenty-twen-twen
I say the weed man he love me cause I spend big ends
He plugged me up with somethin lovely, made mi platinum teeth
grin
Come again

[ CHORUS: Benzalino ]

[ VERSE 3: Yukmouth ]
When mi travel out of town I be on missions, my friend
I don't discriminate on bammer, let me hit it again
Then mi go ask him where he get it and cop my own, my friend
Cause I'm a nigga that smoke zones to the dome, my friend
Come again, let's take it back when I was young, my friends
I used to tell em not to smoke, it make you dumb, my friend
You're gonna flunk ???? smokin blunts, my friend
Now I'm that nigga rollin dutch after dutch, my friend
Check it out, that's how it began, on the bench, my friend
He told me you can hit this, my man, if you just pitch in that
10
And they some fiends, some dopefiends, my friend
They do everything from fry to codeines, my friend
So I'm like, 'Whoa, just let me buy some trees, my friend
So I can be about my business and let you be, my friend'
The principle caught me chokin smokin trees, my friend
He told me: 'Let me hit that, boy' - smokin weed make friends
Come again

[ CHORUS: Benzalino ]

feat. Phats Bossilini, Mad Max, Tech N9ne, Poppa LQ, Gov Matic

[ CHORUS ]
I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low

[ Phats Bossi ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
In this pitfall I'm on the grind for mine
My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure when we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot niggas
Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us
Straight up, get razorblade-cut for f**kin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthaf**kas behind me
And I be obviously on top of things
With the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't never heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug music
So peep game and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the flame
Regime

[ CHORUS ]

[ Tech N9ne ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga
please
Awfully sick, he tryin to f**k, so off with his dick
Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get ???? N9ne ????
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit back
Off with their heads, let them hang high
Caught in their beds, let it ???? die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, then I scream 'Regime!'

[ Poppa LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob nobody
Cause gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob before I beg
But you don't expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to steal and break a law
You need not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball

I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's time for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Governor Matic ]
Yuk threw me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get taped up
Kids get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up
Then I take up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that
hold up
Used to drink weed tea, now my shit robust
Now hold up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door Toyota
We splatter brains over crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, it's not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressin
Like you was strippin down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll

[ CHORUS ]

Regime Life, niggas
Thug rituals
Regime Life
Thug Lord
Regime Life, nigga

[ Yukmouth ]
Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the
Raptors
I spit in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and wrap ya, boy
???? and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for
stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthaf**kas are like Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this shit, 'F**k Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'
But f**k you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch
Willing to rip the f**kin head off a villain that's sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again
F**k gold, f**k platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the f**k you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, ???? put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke muthaf**ka out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick
hairs
Ya bitch
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
Longevity that, huh
Bitch

[ CHORUS ]

Regime Life, nigga
Ya bitch!

feat. Phats Bossilini, Mad Max, Tech N9ne, Poppa LQ, Gov Matic

[ CHORUS ]
I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low

[ Phats Bossi ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
In this pitfall I'm on the grind for mine
My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure when we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot niggas
Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us
Straight up, get razorblade-cut for f**kin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthaf**kas behind me
And I be obviously on top of things
With the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't never heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug music
So peep game and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the flame
Regime

[ CHORUS ]

[ Tech N9ne ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga
please
Awfully sick, he tryin to f**k, so off with his dick
Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get ???? N9ne ????
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit back
Off with their heads, let them hang high
Caught in their beds, let it ???? die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, then I scream 'Regime!'

[ Poppa LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob nobody
Cause gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob before I beg
But you don't expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to steal and break a law
You need not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball

I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's time for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Governor Matic ]
Yuk threw me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get taped up
Kids get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up
Then I take up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that
hold up
Used to drink weed tea, now my shit robust
Now hold up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door Toyota
We splatter brains over crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, it's not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressin
Like you was strippin down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll

[ CHORUS ]

Regime Life, niggas
Thug rituals
Regime Life
Thug Lord
Regime Life, nigga

[ Yukmouth ]
Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the
Raptors
I spit in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and wrap ya, boy
???? and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for
stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthaf**kas are like Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this shit, 'F**k Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'
But f**k you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch
Willing to rip the f**kin head off a villain that's sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again
F**k gold, f**k platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the f**k you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, ???? put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke muthaf**ka out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick
hairs
Ya bitch
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
Longevity that, huh
Bitch

[ CHORUS ]

Regime Life, nigga
Ya bitch!

Welcome.
It is I that you see.
Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.
Listen.
Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
Cuz nigga, we livin on hell nigga.
This is hell mutha fuckas.

Verse 1

Uh.
All my life it's like I'm fuckin around wit the wrong people
make a movie about my life an it be a long sequel
bout people livin off free-be's an brick cheese
that's how that shit be's, out here you have to grind to get g's
no Bently flippin less yo name is Felix Mitchell listen
little boys an girls my mama could barely pay the fuckin rentin
my daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpin
white bitches fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin in women
he used to take me an my Village potnas to go swimmin
he drove a BMW, they father drove a lemon
nigga in the end my mama kept spendin money on gin an drugs
I had to sleep on the fuckin rug where the roaches was
I hung wit thugs always rollin dice an pumpin gas
to get some cash
you had to store the coke, we mop his ass
my pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from me
if I didn't give it to her, she'd beat my ass butt-naked homie
the only way I would see a movie was out wit the homies
I'm always bummy, had no money, they would pay it fo me
my daddy told me when I was very young
that he was on the run, I heard him mention somethin about Colombians
an I could come stay wit him if I didn't like the way that moms treat me
I juss didn't like the way that moms beat me
wit Tonka toys, in front of my boys hit me wit objects
so I juss
got to sky the fuck up out these projects
I left behind my moms an sisters so relentless
never thought they'd get evicted an be sleepin on benches
my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on O'Farro
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by the age 10, done lived wit every relative, an friend I know
here I go again
livin wit my grama, then my auntie
my uncle
where ever I go niggas would gank me fo my bundle
swindle my check, wit Section 8 an medi-cal benefits
but me I wasn't gettin shit
spend my shit on nay kids
that's what they did
fuck relatives
if I don't do my thang now, I never lived
never gone get it if you sit on yo ass
so fuck math class
I'm on the Ave wit crack fo that ass
like son like dad
I love the smell of money, hash an zig-zags
look at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cash
involved but
we all get caught up an sent to juvenille halls
scrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawls
my mama abused alcohol
my pops an inmate
an me I'm sweepin halls to intake
hate
my mama carried the weight ain't seen my pops since '86
every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shit
so much shady shit done happened to me, I can't put it behind me
the Lord took my mama life in '93
God bless her soul
cuz she was caught up in a, house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they
ass
this shit makin me mad
high ass lawyer we had Melvin Bell, I tried to tell my sister that he'd
get paid half
settlement, me 56 G's
my big sister 56 G's
my little sister 106 G's
Ripley's wont believe that for the life of my mama they only gave us a
quarter a mill ticket to split
I can't deal wit this shit
I wish you was here to see me get this deal wit Chris, an Noo-Trybe
mama you died I cried
cuz you missed
the gold an platinum plaques
I bet you never thought yo little black ass son could rap
now I'm breakin off scratch
an burnin zags wit Sparkle
that's my little sister askin the Lord why did you make her life so
awful
next thing you know my pops go
in '95 he died of AID's
it's either suicide of cry fo days
an weeks an months
blowin blunts, keep away flashes
no funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashes
I ask if, he spare my life
cuz all I got is my nieces, my two sisters, an my wife
recite behind the mic the type of shit that niggas like
fo the first time in my life I'm makin bread, doin it right
but at night seems like I'm hunted
probably because jackmoves an licks I've done it
what goes around comes around, hollow point tip rounds to my stomach
bitches
screamin at Summit
that's how you busta niggas want it
but I still juss get blunted in big six hundreds
niggas done, done it
done deal nigga, been there like Dre
blowin hay in the air on the free-way
pray
forgive me God is what I would say
I gotta lot of days to count
blessed, went from claimin sets wit yay up in my mouth
see task an bounce
now I blow hash at half an ounce
smoke out to the facial blessed to be livin on hell mutha fucka!

Cuz this is hell nigga.
If you ain't know, nigga.
This hell nigga.
Right now.
Armegeddon.
Nigga, done deal.
Done deal.
Uh.
This live.
Every nigga done had this shit happen to 'em, you know what I'm sayin.
All my potnas, every nigga I tell that I went through, they do, done did
the same shit.
Let's do it, juss salute niggas.
Juss do our thang, fuck everybody, let's ride this shit.
Do yo t hang blaze, get shermed out all that shit, whatever.
Mushrooms an shit, Xtacy's an all that shit, let's get high an juss
reminise about all that dangerous shit we done went through.
An ask yoself...."why the fuck am I here?"
Cuz this is hell nigga.
An the good die early, an the mutha fuckin bad stay fo ever, cuz yo ass
on hell nigga, cuz you a bad mutha fucka like me.
Done deal, uh, uh.
(livin in hell, dead mutha fuckas, uh)
(livin in hell, dead niggas dwell, uh) 2x
this Earthel is hell mutha fucka.

(feat. Yuk Mouth, Big Shasta)

[Talking:]
Ay man, I'ma tell you one thing man
Ay we stay ballin now (for real)
Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez)
Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot)
So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money
We gon put y'all in y'all place

[Chorus x2: Big Shasta, (Lil' Flip), {Yukomuth}]
We stay ballin
(You know my homies down to ride
I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside)
We stay ballin
{You know my homies down to ride
I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside)

[Lil' Flip:]
Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin
We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains
The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me
Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me
They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk
Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk
Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it
I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it
How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers
A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur
No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga
And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga
You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you
Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple
I buy that shit you never knew existed
I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider
I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada
I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf
But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt
Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter
Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers
But when you get rich that's when the snakes come
I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones
This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas
But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed
Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still
Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil'
Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac
Like 3-57 with a little kick back
We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls
Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy

[Big Shasta (Lil' flip):]
All my potnas got loot too, yeah
(Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?)
Said I'd rather ball with you
(You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?)
And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah
(Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles)
And we ridin on 22's
(Deuce-deuce's baby)

[Yukmouth:]
Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa
Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners
With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers
Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga
I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin
Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin
Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless
Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics
I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows
Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux
Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road
Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's
I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South
Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth
I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82
Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw

What, what, what, what
Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw

[Chorus x2]