Thug Lord

[Chorus] Thug

Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, ****** (Bust Yours)

All my ******z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)

****** that cross me, his ass gon die, my ****** (Bust Yours)

Them ******z (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 ****** peasants, you wet me, you get wetted

Even your ****** ______, 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 ******z peel me, and drill me

You better pay a ****** to peel me, and kill me

Fill me 'til the *******t the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me

Spot a ****** 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 *******t out of macks, take their ******

Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique

A smilie face ain't *******t, if you got

Yuk in your mouth

My **** in your mouth, how does it feel to get ****** in your mouth?

******z ridin'

Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house

Starvin', broke as ****** in the apar******ent, stuck in the south

I'm weighed out, ******z some where in

Germany, burnin' ******

Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'

Allways performin' like

Laryn Hill, my *******t's sore as steel

I'm real, like

Slim Shady, ****** quit ignorin' skills

I kill, ******z better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills,

I drill But all you mutha******az,

I'm the illest ******,

I feel ****** a record deal, the game is fake

My ****** Coolio said "****** 'em", start sayin' names and dates

Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder"

This time, my *******t hit like thunder, in the

Hummer, ******, the

MOB took me under

Try'na be mack ******z, stay your ass in

Atlanta Old ass rappers, make

Oakland look bad like

Hammer ******z dissin

Yuk, sayin' they don't like my *******t

Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my *******t"

Ain't that a ******? [Chorus]

Thug Lords

Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my ****** (Bust Yours)

All of my ******z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)

The ****** that cross me, his ass gon die, my ****** (Bust Yours)

Them ******z (Want War) [Verse 2]

If them ******z ain't down wit gettin' cream, ****** 'em

And if them ******z ain't down wit the

Regime, ****** 'em,

I rush 'em

Aim at their limosine, buck 'em,

I never loved 'em

I never trust them, ******

I crush 'em, old antiques

I dust 'em

And ****** 'em off in the game like so

Nobody _____, ****** wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro

My main o**ective: "Take this ****** over"

They gon make me vice president before this ****** over

Beware of the

Ayatolla, come and shut you down

Make you exit out of town, who got the best *******t now?

******, 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 ******, (ha ha ha ha)

Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)