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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 1 (2007)
(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] |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(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 |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord: The New Testament (2001)
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 ] |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord: The New Testament (2001)
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] |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord: The New Testament (2001)
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! |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord: The New Testament (2001)
[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 wett 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 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 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 shit's sore as steel I'm real, like Slim Shady, bitch 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 shit 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 shit Then turn around and say 'Yuk, help me write my shit' Ain't that a bitch? [Chorus] Thug Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga (Bust Yours) All or 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 bitch over' They gon make me vice president before this bitch over Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down Make you exit out of town, who got the best shit 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 Bitch, (ha ha ha ha)Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes) |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord: The New Testament (2001)
feat. Kool G. Rap
[ CHORUS ] I don't give a f**k what y'all haters do, I'ma get thug money Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money [ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ] Thug niggas drink bottles of XO and Christie F**k whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like Lewinsky My click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 v Three TV's, DVD's and PlayStation, who's f**kin with me? Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki's To even be puffin my weed F**kin with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree With dynamite stuck to your feet It's rough in the street, muthaf**kas get touched in the street I got these fagg*t rappers clutchin they heat Cause ain't no discussin a beef Actions speaks louder than words Recipes for niggas secret ???? Niggas get served with the Mossberg 'Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump' Leavin muthaf**kas slump Niggas get dumped like blunt ashes I got these fagg*ts takin thug classes Smokin hash and gettin they ass tatted Got the padded calabasses ???? My niggas came a long way from bein on section 8 While featherweights hesitate my money escalate Make moves in every state, got 20's on the Escalade I smoke everyday, drink Louis XIII More platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me ??? Iceberg ???, rock brim hats and Moschino I'm like Nino plus shoot craps and hit Casinos 10 g's in chips tryin to break shit up My necklace stay lit up, my Rolex stay chipped up My vehicle's rimmed up, drink Christie till I'm pissy drunk with hicups I used to dump on niggas, hit stick-up's So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher f**kin ghetto sisters Now I eats models out the ???? bushes For my thug niggas hustlin crack Yukmouth, Kool G Rap - what's f**kin with that? Holler back, bitch [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ] A paid thug nigga known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub Crushed grape bub, pop a $200 plate grub Gorilla family booty shake clubs Nuff of the ???? love, I got yours and take it in blood Nigga, you got ???? to take it in slugs Rearrange the shape of your mug Hit you with a shake and a hug Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs Dirty money, cover the paper with mud Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub Nigga, you nothin but a snake in a bud G Rap and Yukmouth'll get you tossed out and struck out Nigga, you lucked out, we plushed out ???? out, got niggas trippin like a bus route Holdin hammers but not ready to bust out Get tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like Vietnamese Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze Till the death we keep it stress-free But very daily hold the heavy shit inside of Chevy's Plannnin your death over spaghetti We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti Flippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toast Pour a tall glass of Cris and we toast Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast Couple of chickens with our dick in they throats Bitches strippin on boats, niggas trickin they notes All the chips that we gross, millionaire status Mafia marriage, nigga that's out for carats like rabbits Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage Put a gat in back of your cabbage You livin lavish, nigga, give up the package Got the ???? niggas livin savage Troubled kids and bastards Out of your average, ???? danger and hazards Young gun niggas that strap the ratchet Lay you back inside of a casket Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic When the Mac hit it burn like acid You do Hail Mary's like you was Catholic Need a priest, nigga, to chat with [ CHORUS ] |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord : New Testament [Edit Version] (2001)
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 ] |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord : New Testament [Edit Version] (2001)
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] |
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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 ] |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord : New Testament [Edit Version] (2001)
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! |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord : New Testament [Edit Version] (2001)
[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 wett 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 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 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 shit's sore as steel I'm real, like Slim Shady, bitch 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 shit 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 shit Then turn around and say 'Yuk, help me write my shit' Ain't that a bitch? [Chorus] Thug Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga (Bust Yours) All or 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 bitch over' They gon make me vice president before this bitch over Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down Make you exit out of town, who got the best shit 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 Bitch, (ha ha ha ha)Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes) |
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from Yukmouth - Thug Lord : New Testament [Edit Version] (2001)
feat. Kool G. Rap
[ CHORUS ] I don't give a f**k what y'all haters do, I'ma get thug money Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money [ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ] Thug niggas drink bottles of XO and Christie F**k whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like Lewinsky My click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 v Three TV's, DVD's and PlayStation, who's f**kin with me? Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki's To even be puffin my weed F**kin with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree With dynamite stuck to your feet It's rough in the street, muthaf**kas get touched in the street I got these fagg*t rappers clutchin they heat Cause ain't no discussin a beef Actions speaks louder than words Recipes for niggas secret ???? Niggas get served with the Mossberg 'Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump' Leavin muthaf**kas slump Niggas get dumped like blunt ashes I got these fagg*ts takin thug classes Smokin hash and gettin they ass tatted Got the padded calabasses ???? My niggas came a long way from bein on section 8 While featherweights hesitate my money escalate Make moves in every state, got 20's on the Escalade I smoke everyday, drink Louis XIII More platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me ??? Iceberg ???, rock brim hats and Moschino I'm like Nino plus shoot craps and hit Casinos 10 g's in chips tryin to break shit up My necklace stay lit up, my Rolex stay chipped up My vehicle's rimmed up, drink Christie till I'm pissy drunk with hicups I used to dump on niggas, hit stick-up's So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher f**kin ghetto sisters Now I eats models out the ???? bushes For my thug niggas hustlin crack Yukmouth, Kool G Rap - what's f**kin with that? Holler back, bitch [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ] A paid thug nigga known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub Crushed grape bub, pop a $200 plate grub Gorilla family booty shake clubs Nuff of the ???? love, I got yours and take it in blood Nigga, you got ???? to take it in slugs Rearrange the shape of your mug Hit you with a shake and a hug Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs Dirty money, cover the paper with mud Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub Nigga, you nothin but a snake in a bud G Rap and Yukmouth'll get you tossed out and struck out Nigga, you lucked out, we plushed out ???? out, got niggas trippin like a bus route Holdin hammers but not ready to bust out Get tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like Vietnamese Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze Till the death we keep it stress-free But very daily hold the heavy shit inside of Chevy's Plannnin your death over spaghetti We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti Flippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toast Pour a tall glass of Cris and we toast Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast Couple of chickens with our dick in they throats Bitches strippin on boats, niggas trickin they notes All the chips that we gross, millionaire status Mafia marriage, nigga that's out for carats like rabbits Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage Put a gat in back of your cabbage You livin lavish, nigga, give up the package Got the ???? niggas livin savage Troubled kids and bastards Out of your average, ???? danger and hazards Young gun niggas that strap the ratchet Lay you back inside of a casket Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic When the Mac hit it burn like acid You do Hail Mary's like you was Catholic Need a priest, nigga, to chat with [ CHORUS ] |
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