Thug Lord Lyrics - Yukmouth

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust yours 

All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug Lords 

Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours 

Them niggaz want war 

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 fuckin' peasants you wet me, you get wetted 

Even your fuckin' [unverified] 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 niggaz peel me and drill me 

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

Fill me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me 

Spot a nigga 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 shit out of macks, take their bitch 

Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique 

A smilie face ain't shit, if you got Yuk in your mouth 

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

Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house 

Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south 

I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in Germany, burnin' weed 

Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin' 

Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as steel 

I'm real, like Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills 

I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill 

But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the illest nigga, I feel 

Fuck a record deal, the game is fake 

My nigga Coolio said fuck 'em 

Start sayin' names and dates 

Make 'em hate the One Hit Wonder 

This time, my shit hit like thunder 

In the Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me under 

Try'na be mack niggaz, stay your ass in Atlanta 

Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer 

Niggaz dissin' Yuk, sayin' they don't like my shit 

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

Ain't that a bitch? 

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust yours 

All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug Lords 

Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours 

Them niggaz want war 

If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, fuck 'em 

And if them niggaz ain't down wit the Regime, fuck 'em, I rush 'em 

Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em 

I never trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em 

And fuck 'em off in the game like so 

Nobody [unverified] fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro 

My main objective, take this bitch over 

They gon make me vice president before this bitch over 

Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down 

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

Nigga, 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 

Bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha Thug Lord ha, ha, ha, yes