Thug Lord lyrics

[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, n*gga (Bust Yours)
All my n*ggas, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
n*gga that cross me, his ass gon die, my n*gga (Bust Yours)
Them n*ggas (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*ckin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your f*ckin ______, 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 n*ggas peel me, and drill me
You better pay a n*gga to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the sh*t the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a n*gga 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 sh*t out of macks, take their b*tch
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't sh*t, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get f*cked in your mouth?
n*ggas ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as f*ck in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, n*ggas some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my sh*t's sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, b*tch quit ignorin' skills
I kill, n*ggas better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthaf*ckaz, I'm the illest n*gga, I feel
f*ck a record deal, the game is fake
My n*gga Coolio said "f*ck 'em", start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder"
This time, my sh*t hit like thunder, in the Hummer, n*gga, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack n*ggas, stay your ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
n*ggas dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my sh*t
Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my sh*t"
Ain't that a b*tch?
[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my n*gga (Bust Yours)
All of my n*ggas, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
The n*gga that cross me, his ass gon die, my n*gga (Bust Yours)
Them n*ggas (Want War)

[Verse 2]
If them n*ggas ain't down wit gettin' cream, f*ck 'em
And if them n*ggas ain't down wit the Regime, f*ck 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, n*gga I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em
And f*ck 'em off in the game like so
Nobody _____, f*ck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective: "Take this b*tch over"
They gon make me vice president before this b*tch over
Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best sh*t now?
n*gga, 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

b*tch, (ha ha ha ha)Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)