| C’mon niggas
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| Yeah
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| The Thug Lordz in this bitch
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| Get up… salute nigga, 21 salute nigga holla.
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| THUG… LORDZ!
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| Niggas that ride or die for their coast, nigga
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| Yeah, put ya head to the street
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| Put ya head to the street nigga, holla… holla
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| THUG… LORDZ!
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| Thug Lordz in this bitch
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| Regime niggas
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| West Coast Mafia niggas
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| Yeah, untouchable niggas man
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| C’mon niggas, C’mon niggas. |
| Ha
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| Check, my Uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run
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| I’m loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo
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| I’m King Tut of the hood
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| Cuz everytime I drop a record dog
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| Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood
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| An I ain’t never backed down, so don’t test me dog
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| Cause I’m a nut, an keep a Smith & Wesson pressed in pause
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| All these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
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| Yeah they the shit cuz when they see me they just crap in they drawers
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| Yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he’s a snitch
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| And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he’s a bitch
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| An I ain’t seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
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| No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
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| Heard he copped his rims and Big O Tires in the hood
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| Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood
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| Heard they ran him outta New York, and he’s comin to Cali
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| No Glocks and Sigs, just lots of pigs
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| Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big’s
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| Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that ain’t scared of the bricks
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| You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the bricks
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| Thug Lordz’ll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c’mon
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| THUG… LORDZ!
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| Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
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| We’ll never snitch
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| Never flip
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| Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
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| Hit when we dip they holla.
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| THUG… LORDZ!
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| Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
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| We’ll never snitch
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| Never flip
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| Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
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| Hit when we dip they holla.
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| Yeah.
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| If the boss wants you dead, then it’s off wit ya head
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| 'specially a bitch nigga that talk to the feds
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| 'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the feds
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| To award shows cause niggas bout to toss him some lead
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| You niggas think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
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| They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business
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| We the realest from the Gardens to the Village
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| Make the hardest niggas feel this
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| Make the Sergeant want to kill us
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| Regardless Godzilla will murda you nigga
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| I twist ya cap like a Schlitz malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
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| If ya nigga gang bang, don’t crip walk nigga
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| Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
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| We the only Thug Lordz bitch
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| After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don’t want war bitch
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| That’ll get you pistol whipped an extorted
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| You lucky I wasn’t on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
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| You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces
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| Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
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| Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
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| The T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D'z holla.
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| THUG LORDZ!
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| Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
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| We’ll never snitch
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| Never flip
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| Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
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| Hit when we dip they holla.
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| THUG LORDZ!
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| Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
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| We’ll never snitch
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| Never flip
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| Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
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| Hit when we dip they holla (they holla) |