Thug Lordz Lyrics - Yukmouth

[C-Bo] 

C'mon niggaz 

Yeah 

The Thug Lordz in this bitch 

Get up... salute nigga, 21 salute nigga holla.. 

THUG... LORDZ! 

Niggaz that ride or die for their coast, nigga 

Yeah, put ya head to the street 

Put ya head to the street nigga, holla...holla 

THUG... LORDZ! 

Thug Lordz in this bitch 

Regime niggaz 

West Coast Mafia niggaz 

Yeah, untouchable niggaz man 

C'mon niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha. 

[Verse 1: C-Bo] 

Check, my uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run 

I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo 

I'm King Tut of the hood 

'cause everytime I drop a record dog 

Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood 

An I ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog 

Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause 

all these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws 

Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they just crap in they drawers 

yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch 

And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a bitch 

An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley 

No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys 

Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood 

Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood 

Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali 

No glocks and cigs, just lots of pigs 

Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's 

Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks 

You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the bricks 

Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon 

[Chorus: C-Bo] 

THUG... LORDZ! 

Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war 

we'll never snitch 

never flip 

never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to 

hit when we dip they holla.. 

THUG... LORDZ! 

Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war 

we'll never snitch 

never flip 

never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to 

hit when we dip they holla.. 

[Verse 2: Yukmouth] 

Yeah.. 

If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head 

'specially a bitch nigga that talk to the feds 

'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the feds 

to award shows cause niggaz bout to toss him some lead 

You niggaz think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit 

They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business 

We the realest from the Gardens to the Village 

Make the hardest niggaz feel this 

Make the sargent want to kill us 

Regardless Godzilla will murda you nigga 

I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigga 

If ya nigga gang bang, don't crip walk nigga 

Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka 

We the only Thug Lordz bitch 

After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch 

That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted 

You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it 

You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces 

Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches 

Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale 

The T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D'z holla..