| I’m glad you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it
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| Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
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| J., you better tell these fuckin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
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| Even your fuckin ______, get detted
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| Fake ass synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded
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| Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, take all your letice
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| I got a six-million dollar fetish, that’s what it takes to build me
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| I know you wish some niggas peel me, and drill me
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| You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me
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| Fill me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
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| Spot a nigga out like Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me
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| My spare time, I rhyme, drink Remy, load up the semi
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| I was born to slap the shit out of macks, take their bitch
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| Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
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| A smilie face ain’t shit, if you got Yuk in your mouth
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| My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in your mouth?
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| Niggas ridin' Bentley’s, your artist stuck in the house
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| Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south
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| I’m weighed out, niggas some where in Germany, burnin' weed
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| Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
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| Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit’s sore as steel
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| I’m real, like Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills
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| I kill, niggas better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
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| But all you muthafuckaz, I’m the illest nigga, I feel
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| Fuck a record deal, the game is fake
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| My nigga Coolio said «Fuck 'em», start sayin' names and dates
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| Make 'em hate the «One Hit Wonder»
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| This time, my shit hit like thunder, in the Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me under
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| Try’na be mack niggas, stay your ass in Atlanta
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| Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
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| Niggas dissin Yuk, sayin' they don’t like my shit
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| Then turn around and say «Yuk, help me write my shit»
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| Ain’t that a bitch?
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| Thug Lords
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| Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga (Bust Yours)
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| All of my niggas, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
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| The nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga (Bust Yours)
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| Them niggas (Want War)
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| If them niggas ain’t down wit gettin' cream, fuck 'em
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| And if them niggas ain’t down wit the Regime, fuck 'em, I rush 'em
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| Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em
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| I never trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em
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| And fuck 'em off in the game like so
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| Nobody _____, fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
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| My main objective: «Take this bitch over»
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| They gon make me vice president before this bitch over
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| Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
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| Make you exit out of town, who got the best shit now?
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| Nigga, you know your ass was in Tha Row, what side you on?
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| That’s why I’m doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone
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| Bitch, (ha ha ha ha) Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Lord , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Thug Lord: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп