YUKMOUTH - Thugged Out lyrics

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Yo! let's do this!<br>Uh!<br>Uh-oh, uh-oh!<br>Ha!<br>Uh-oh, uh-oh!<br>Ha!<br>Uh-oh, uh-oh!<br>Uh-oh, uh-oh!<br>Regime nigga!<br>Throw up yo hands if you thugged out<br>The regime up in this bitch!<br><br>Throw up yo hands if you thugged out<br>First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out.<br>Throw up yo hands if you thugged out<br>First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out.<br><br>Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*<br><br>I do this for the<br>Real killas, and drug dealers<br>Affiliated wit mobb niggas, and blood spillas<br>Put a slug through you tough niggas<br>1-800-thugs-r-us<br>No dragon tattoo on you, nigga<br>No love from us<br>In thugs we trust<br>Niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff<br>Up yo nose<br>I fuck up yo flows<br>Leave my competition ass froze<br>We tag on they toes<br>I'm as cold as pocinos<br>Enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then I unload.<br><br>Verse 2 *(tech n9ne of the regime)*<br><br>Thugged out<br>My choppers oblivion<br>Speakin the opposite of carribean in tropolis<br>Poppin my z-z in<br>True clocker from welfare recipiants<br>Type of a crispy<br>An anamalisitc tupac-er<br>My race caristian<br>Jedi rhyme<br>The way I spits ahead of my time<br>Give me a billboard, an you bet I climb<br>You mutha fuckas<br>I love rukus<br>Thug, makin you hug crutches<br>Stayin away from you nothin but bum bustas<br>The empire is back an we bugged out<br>Phats, keke, maxx, poppa l.q., gonzoe an my nigga yukmouth<br>These bitches beggin me to come to menage<br>A trios<br>But muslims hear us say, hum to allah<br>They fly, that's on the crew nigga<br>You cannot block the regime from makin knots, no matter what you do<br>Nigga<br>Ya black an blue nigga<br>Undercovers like malik yoba<br>Lyrically nina's usin a force like yoda!<br><br>Verse 3 *(madd maxx of the regime)*<br><br>Nigga this madd maxx<br>You cross the regime, you get yo life took<br>We get it fuck the good book<br>True thug niggas that turned to real crooks<br>Robbin the microphone, you get yo brain shook<br>I told ya we takin over soldier<br>A sober niggas rollin rover's<br>Me, ke, gonz, yuk, tech 9, an phats on ya<br>All ready wit the caulked gage, buggin out oklahoma<br>Fuck a corona<br>We drinkin 8-balls until we fall out<br>If you got a problem wit the regime, your souls called out<br>We all out for war<br>These niggas don't want no more<br>I'm takin over like michael jordan<br>An I'm the first to score<br>So fuck you fake ass niggas who be plannin a plot<br>I take yo block over<br>Wit the nitroglycerian rock<br>They got us fucked up.<br><br>Verse 4 *(phats bossalini of the regime)*<br><br>They got us fucked up<br>I've been tough<br>Since a young buck<br>Nothin to prove<br>Lots of pain plus some war cuts<br>It ain't shit, but a thang to me<br>Dangerously<br>I play the man you claim to be<br>Niggas strike back<br>Gun fight, we had to hype back<br>This is the phats see dream like a fat kat<br>They wanna funk, we get dressed in black<br>Caulk the strap<br>Screamin regime til they bust back<br>It's mobb-symboly, I die you remember me<br>Tatted wit dragons in a custom coffin bently<br>Simply<br>I'm down to blast so don't tempt me<br>I'm hella drunk, an hella blown off the geniti<br>Fuck wit me<br>See these killas in mine<br>Buildin this shrine<br>To feed these fuckin children of mine<br>Uh<br>Look in my eyes<br>As I bleed the regime nigga<br>(regime nigga, regime nigga)<br>Havin a pile of money machine.<br><br>Verse 5 *(poppa l.q. of the regime)*<br><br>No I've never been to the pen<br>But I did a county bid<br>An I ain't dumb enough to speak on the dirt I've did<br>Guess somebody caught the killer before the police did<br>Find him in the car leakin from dope over split wigs<br>Deadly lyrics to spit<br>Makin sure the killas feelin my shit<br>Explicit lyrics an adult content<br>Shot callas representin at all the major events<br>And gang bangin got the streets juss way too tense<br>I learned to deal wit it<br>I'm in the fields, windows tinted on my wheel wit the steel in it<br>We keep puffin an rollin real wit it<br>That jury linin, showcasin our diamonds to benifits<br>Of a long time grindin, enjoyin the fruits of our labor<br>And rented suits from my tailors<br>Some young playas, strivin for greater<br>You know it's all bad<br>Let's make it all good<br>Pushin the cavvy to touch the navvi wit the leather an wood<br>It's regime nigga!<br><br>Verse 6 *(yukmouth)*<br><br>The hardest nigga from the o<br>My flow is certified theme music for organized crime<br>Niggas that burglurised banks, and murdered guys for they pies<br>Reach for the sky<br>Techniques like robert deniro in heat<br>Karl kani's<br>No disguise, in the middle of the street<br>Buckin at police<br>Fuck police<br>Got a range rove jeep<br>Wit 12 open faced gold teeth<br>A rolex piece<br>Cuban links, crops, an bracelets<br>But that ain't shit, to leave a nigga naked, duct taped wit they bitch<br>In the basement<br>Where the safe is? <br>Big faces<br>Cops raided, but ended up gettin they fuckin squad car grenaded<br>You want blazed shit? <br>I spit the nitroglycerian<br>That's smoother than a pair of new cinnamon timberlands<br>Get benjamin's<br>But be no p diddy<br>I'm from a city called weed city<br>See these regime niggas be wit me<br>Fuck christy juss remmy<br>True thugs do drugs an come up wit hits<br>Like jimmi hendricks<br>Shock the world like snoop at no limit<br>Yuk signed to rap-a-lot, yeah nigga<br>I ain't a playa, I juss mack-a-lot<br>Pack the gat<br>Tryin to snatch yo watch in the back of the lot<br>Keep my shit for underground fragment rock<br>Jackpot j struck it rich hit the lottery<br>The top comidity<br>Blood on wallet be from robbin sprees<br>Rock phat farm, wit tats all over my arm<br>Bullet wounds like a nigga fresh back from nam<br>Yo nigga get yo mash on. (echos out)<br><br>*(talking)*<br><br>[how old were you, mr. washington when you hit the streets permanatly? ]<br><br>Maybe 10.<br><br>[how did you live? ]<br><br>I became a runner.<br><br>[a drug runner.]<br><br>That's right.<br><br>[could you give us a description of how you lived, the next few<br>Years.]<br><br>I kinda moved up. I lived where the money goes. then I got busted, 2 and<br>1/2 in ? ? <br><br>[and when you got out.]<br><br>I got a piece of turf to myself. took it. one block at a time. nobody<br>Stopped me.