- Yukmouth Thug Lord 歌詞
- Yukmouth
- [Chorus] Thug
Lords Holdin the chopper in the sky, ****** (Bust Yours)
All my ******z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
****** that cross me, his ass gon die, my ****** (Bust Yours)
Them ******z (Want War) [Verse 1]
Im 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 ****** peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your ****** ______, 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, thats what it takes to build me
I know you wish some ******z peel me, and drill me
You better pay a ***** * to peel me, and kill me
Fill me til the *******t the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a ****** 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 ******* t out of macks, take their ******
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face aint *******t, if you got
Yuk in your mouth
My **** in your mouth, how does it feel to get ****** in your mouth?
******z ridin
Bentleys, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin, broke as ****** in the apar******ent, stuck in the south
Im weighed out, ******z some where in
Germany, burnin ******
Learnin these foreign languages, tourin
Allways performin like
Laryn Hill, my *******ts sore as steel
Im real, like
Slim Shady, ****** quit ignorin skills
I kill, ******z better stop smokin fry, and poppin pills,
I drill But all you mutha******az,
Im the illest ******,
I feel ****** a record deal, the game is fake
My ****** Coolio said '****** em', start sayin names and dates
Make em hate the 'One Hit Wonder'
This time, my *******t hit like thunder, in the
Hummer, ******, the
MOB took me under
Tryna be mack ******z , stay your ass in
Atlanta Old ass rappers, make
Oakland look bad like
Hammer ******z dissin
Yuk, sayin they dont like my ******* t
Then turn around and say 'Yuk, help me write my *******t'
Aint that a ******? [Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin the chopper in the sky, my ****** (Bust Yours)
All of my ******z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
The ***** * that cross me, his ass gon die, my ****** (Bust Yours)
Them ******z (Want War) [Verse 2]
If them ***** *z aint down wit gettin cream, ****** em
And if them ******z aint down wit the
Regime, ****** em,
I rush em
Aim at their limosine, buck em,
I never loved em
I never trust them, ******
I crush em, old antiques
I dust em
And ****** em off in the game like so
Nobody _____, ****** wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main o**ective: 'Take this ****** over'
They gon make me vice president before this ****** over
Beware of the
Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best *******t now?
**** **, you know your ass was in
Tha Row, what side you on?
Thats why
Im doin my next song with
Eightball and
Bone ******, (ha ha ha ha)
Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)
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