Thug Lordz

[C-Bo] C'mon ********z

Yeah The Thug

Lordz in this ************

Get up... salute ********, 21 salute ******** holla..

THUG... LO

RDZ! ********z that ride or die for their coast, ********

Yeah, put ya head to the street

Put ya head to the street ********, holla...holla

THUG... LO

RDZ! Thug

Lordz in this ************

Regime ********z

West Coast

Mafia ********z

Yeah, untouchable ********z man

C'mon ********z,

C'mon ********z.

Ha. [Verse 1: C-Bo]

Check, my uzi weigh a ton

I hits 'em up an

I run I'm loco,

I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo

I'm King Tut of the hood cuz everytime

I drop a record dog

************t I bring it to the gut of the hood

An I ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog

Cause I'm a nut, an keep a

Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause all these ******** ass rappers keep yappin they jaws

Yeah they the ************t cuz when they see me they just crap in they drawers yeah that ******** 50 he hot, but

I heard he's a snitch

And he ran up under that white boy,

I heard he's a ************

An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the

Valley No

House of Blues, or

Peanuts, he scared of them alleys

Heard he copped his rims and '

Big O' tires in the hood

Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood

Heard they ran him outta

New York, and he's comin to

Cali No glocks and cigs, just lots of pigs

Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast

Pac and Big's

Yeah you ******** wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks

You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the bricks

Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon [Chorus: C-Bo]

THUG... LO

RDZ! Gettin this money like a mother******** ready for war we'll never snitch never flip never quit my click was heaven sent wit

Mac-11's to hit when we dip they holla..

THUG... LO

RDZ! Gettin this money like a mother******** ready for war we'll never snitch never flip never quit my click was heaven sent wit

Mac-11's to hit when we dip they holla.. [Verse 2: Yukmouth]

Yeah.. If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head 'specially a ************ ******** that talk to the feds 'specially a ************ ******** that walk wit the feds to award shows cause ********z bout to toss him some lead

You ********z think the

West coast is just

Dre an Xzibit

They aiight, but pay attention

Thug Lordz handle they business

We the realest from the

Gardens to the

Village Make the hardest ********z feel this

Make the sargent want to kill us

Regardless

Godzilla will murda you ********

I twist ya cap like a

Slits malt liquor for that slick talk ********

If ya ******** gang bang, don't crip walk ********

Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka

We the only

Thug Lordz ************

After all big faces like

Mount Rushmore, you don't want war ************

That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted

You lucky

I wasn't on

Face ************t,

I woulda destroyed it

You better run like

Forrest Gump in

Air Forces

Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop

Porsches Or the drop

Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale

The T-H-U-

G-L-O-R-D'z holla.. [Chorus]

THUG LORDZ!

Gettin this money like a mother******** ready for war we'll never snitch never flip never quit my click was heaven sent wit

Mac-11's to hit when we dip they holla..

THUG LORDZ!

Gettin this money like a mother******** ready for war we'll never snitch never flip never quit my click was heaven sent wit

Mac-11's to hit when we dip they holla (they holla)