Yukmouth Album

[No lyrics]

[Chorus]
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)

[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 fuckin peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your fuckin _, 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?

[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my nigga (Bust Yours)
All of my niggaz, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
The nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga (Bust Yours)
Them niggaz (Want War)

[Verse 2]
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 _, 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)

[Verse 1]
Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweiler
Spit flame I cock lava, became the bass baller
Sip 'pagne in the drop troller
Give game to shot callers
Who bring the spot prouder
Campaigne, off course they gonna holler (Oh boy!)
Nigga, bandana'ed up and tatted out
Bling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted out
Lavish out (Oooh!) drop tunes, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh)
Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!)
If you aint got 2 or 3 TV's and DVD's dont even ride your shit
If you aint sittin on 20's, go and buy some shit
When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your bitch (Oh boy!)
When your under arrest cause ??? all over ???
And under her dress, she run to her ex
Puttin hickeys all over her neck
She bought me a Lex
Playboy, its all on a bitch (Oh boy!)

[Chorus]
When you see me and my niggas come ???
Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
I just flipped the new big body
Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
So much money and iced up in this ??? boy
Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
Mami'll holla at a real playboy
Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)

[Verse 2]
Ballers check your credentials
You gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know our
pockets not a presedential
Fuck a rental, fuck a limo
Ridin luxury, descend through see them porno movies
playin in my window (Oh boy!)
Chokin pillows, a white spliff though indo
Puff X, Lou Ferrino tough acts on Armadillo
Bust of 'Ville dough, creepin to the jungle the woods
In the Hillsboro, totin the pistol because we still roll (Oh boy!)
Yo Yuk plus L.T equals very roll deep
Gold teeth, fat belly's like Forty Fonzarelli
Niggas feel me, so while you twerkin
Surfin on the block hurtin
I was ???, workin excursions (Oh boy!)
Iced up, like what
Playa hate but ya momma and ya bitch like Yuk
Always ridin on my nuts cause imma the hardest nigga to spit out the West
Mouth full of diamonds, i'll swallow ice shit out baguettes (Oh boy!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cop a dollar, pop a bottle pop a pill
If you about the dollar bill that'll make ya swallow steel
Just because I got a deal, that doesnt mean I'm not for real
Bitch I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my niggas kill for the scrill' (Oh boy!)
I smoke like a chimney, drink Remy till its empty
I'm the hottest thing since 20's on Bently's
I'm simply, baller-ific went from roaches on the water ridges
To smokin ??? up in this (Oh boy!)
Now we have the ass for cash
Playstation in the Range, Dreamcast in the Jag
Navigation in the dash, situation on fast
Lavish pack platinum package platinum peices to match (Oh boy!)
I keep a rolla, make ya tuck in ya gold
I'm iced out finger fuckin ya hoe
Gettin sucked in the 'Rove
Or catch beef, roll up that Extasy
Broken heavily smokin
Live and direct from East Oakland (Oh boy!)

[Chorus x2]

He's Yukmouth

[CHORUS]
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out

If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it
When you're hustlin, nigga, show it
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it
Shot-callin and you show it
If you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet

[VERSE 1]
Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland
Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim
Hot sex to gentlemans puffin Havana
Bring ya drugs to Atlanta if you don't fuck with bammer
You only fuck with chron', be poppin Cris Don
You rockin Big John's, your watch is glistenan
You ain't watchin the Pistons inside your dot six'n
You got a hot chicken who never stops lickin
I smoke the hash to ashes, my click be draggin tatted
I probably pop a tablet but never fuck with acid
My bitches be the baddest, petite with fat asses
Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish mansions
Aiyo, I toast to that, my niggas toast to that
Cause I was broker back in the days wearin crocker sacks
Now I smoke doja sacks, I'm never goin back
I got the house, the Jaguar and the Rover, black

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2]
You like menage-a-trois, you fuck with exotic broads
You drive exotic cars, you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a bitch out, you slap a nigga out
You slap a pimp out, you slap a trick out
Pistol-whip a snitch down, get hit with a pistol
We sippin Cris now, my niggas rich now
We at them play-offs, baby, we at the Super Bowl
We in Las Vegas, baby, fight night as usual
I switch and gatored out, gaffled and papered out
Pull stretch Navigators out, TV-/PlayStation-ed out
Y'all niggas hate us now, two thou I say this now
Jackers wanna lay me down, rappers wanna spray me down
But they can't fuck with Yuk cause I'm a Thug Lord
That's gon' bring em that hardcore if they want more

[VERSE 3]
You fly to Cancun, you take flights to Jamaica
You love them damn shrooms, you love Garcia Vegas
You take flights to the Bahamas, you fight your baby mama
That child payment drama, then flipped her a new Mercedes, partner
You're not a Captain Save Her cause hoes be pullin capers
You smoke 'dro different flavors, X Men like Doctor and Xavier
Pop pills like Christian Slater, you on a mission, player
You always spendin paper, fuck ice, we gettin glaciers
My neck bling-blingin, Rolex bling-blingin
20" bling-blingin, my set bling-blingin
But if it was back in the days I'd take a nigga bling
Take a nigga ring, break and make a nigga scream
I was slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit the jackpot
We like to scrap a lot, so busters keep your gats cocked

[CHORUS]

(feat. Lil' Mo)

[Lil' Mo]
L-I-L M-O
Yo shorty can I live
Since you always wanna lay- up on something
Touch something
Then you gotta pay-up on something
Come off that playa
Quit tryin to hold an event
All this love aint for free nigga what you think?
Like I'ma work for some tips while you cruisin your six
You gon' take me to the mall and you'll flood out my wrist
Think I'ma let you hit for you put chairs up in this bitch
Think I'ma have them kids and I aint seeing 'bout a grip
Shit I don't know what you heard
But that dough do matter
I wanna be so icy I break the Wind-chill Factor
I wanna be up at the Grammy's next to Jada and Will
And when they peep out my shine yo they both catch chill
I wanna ball with the ballers
Wanna play with the players
Make my best friend see me and she turn into a hater
I'm high maintenance
Endorse me with no fake money
Real niggas make money
Real women take money

[Chorus]
You gotta spend the dough you see
If you wanna be with me
My hair my clothes my nails my feet
Aint nothin' over here for free
You gotta spend the dough you see
If you wanna be with me

[Yukmouth]
Playboy you buy that broad gators
You payin' car payments
Playboy you buy that broad bracelets
They all high maintenance

Start with the basics
All bitches suck dick
All bitches aint shit
All bitches pussy stank
Shit all bitches high maintenance
Ya 'll pussy aint worth gators and tennis bracelets
When they keep pictures of niggas they take it in the basement
You give her paper
Take her to Vegas (that's high maintenance)
You payin' Navigator car payments (that's high maintenance)
Nigga you keep her draped with stupid jewels and loot to play with
Thinkin you a player when you really losin papers
On exotic vacations
Nights at crustaceans
Crack [?] take off the cape its mistaken
You remind me of them broad playas that date Caucasians
Fuck they millions off and don't [?]
But playa patna
Go buy her Prada [?] even Estada
Not knowing she just fucked your best patna
You still put baguettes on her collar
And get engaged with a bitch who aint shit
That broad high maintenance

[Chorus]

[Lil' Mo]
Nigga don't flip over that trip to Nevada
Only reason that I went was to trick yo dollars
Sip Colada
Oh yeah let me remind ya
If you was circumcised I wouldn't have hit you patna
Cause all girls want niggas to know (we high maintenance)
And all niggas better give us the dough (so just face it)
And since you payin for my car, my crib, my hair, my gear, my clothes
You tell me who's really the ho nigga

[Yukmouth]
I aint the one
The one that get played like a pooper-scooper
These chicken heads in my Coupe with the roof up
I get in between the sheets like a Ku Klux
Bust two nuts (then do what?)
Fuck everybody in yo crew that knew ya (then do what?)
Scramble through your purse and steal your credit cards (do what?)
Do doughnuts in yo shit until I wreck the car (do what?)
Disrespect my broad
Check my broad
Sex her
Squirt it in one eye
Still won't get my broad
Fuck naw...

[Chorus]

Yes
You know I had to make a weed song for the album, bitch
This Smoke-A-Lot on mine, ya dig
I stay puffin lah, ya dig
What
What what

[VERSE 1: Yukmouth]
When I wake up in the morning I'm always puffin, my friend
Before a nigga finished [????] I'm rollin up one again
Stuff [????] again cause I love puffin, my friend
I check the map cause I keep smokin and won't fuck again
So now I hop in the big body Benz, my friend
Bend a corner to the weed spot with ends to spend
Park the Benz, jump out like 'what's up, my friend?'
He plugged me with the chronic buds that make mi platinum teeth grin
Let us begin: why, what, when or where and when
A nigga spend so much cheese on this weed, my friend
Cause I'm a fiend, my friend, a dopefiend, my friend
Plus all around the world smokin weed make friends
From Italy to Japan smokin weed make friends
They don't know my language but understand my weed, my friend
From here to Amsterdam smokin weed make friends
Smoke Afghanistan hashis overseas, my friend
Come again

[CHORUS: Benzalino]
Lah lah
Always seen me smokin lah lah
I'm always puffin on lah lah
Always seen me smokin lah lah
I'm always puffin on lah lah

[VERSE 2: Yukmouth]
Everywhere a nigga go I'm smokin 'dro, my friend
Mi like to blow and then mi blow until mi need mo' again
And so I go again, go and get the endo, my friend
Hit the liquor store and get the optimols, my friend
Come again, I take a piss test on parole, my friend
That's why mi keep [????] golden seals and blunts pre-rolled, my friend
Cause I can't let the p.o. kknow that I [????] smoke it again
Mi on mi third strike and mi no wanna go to the pen
I tell em mi don't like the drugs, they like me, my friend
Ecstacy, mi even roll up shrooms with weed, my friend
Mi tell em mi don't like the drugs, they like me, my friend
Plus all around the world smokin weed make friends
The bodega man he love me cause I spend, spend, spend
I buy QP's [????] purchase and a twenty-twen-twen
I say the weed man he love me cause I spend big ends
He plugged me up with somethin lovely, made mi platinum teeth grin
Come again

[CHORUS: Benzalino]

[VERSE 3: Yukmouth]
When mi travel out of town I be on missions, my friend
I don't discriminate on bammer, let me hit it again
Then mi go ask him where he get it and cop my own, my friend
Cause I'm a nigga that smoke zones to the dome, my friend
Come again, let's take it back when I was young, my friends
I used to tell em not to smoke, it make you dumb, my friend
You're gonna flunk [????] smokin blunts, my friend
Now I'm that nigga rollin dutch after dutch, my friend
Check it out, that's how it began, on the bench, my friend
He told me you can hit this, my man, if you just pitch in that 10
And they some fiends, some dopefiends, my friend
They do everything from fry to codeines, my friend
So I'm like, "Whoa, just let me buy some trees, my friend
So I can be about my business and let you be, my friend"
The principle caught me chokin smokin trees, my friend
He told me: "Let me hit that, boy" - smokin weed make friends
Come again

[CHORUS: Benzalino]

(feat. Outlawz)

[Intro: Hussien Fatal]

[gun loaded and cocked]
Y'all niggas throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot shit

[Hussein Fatal]
Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya, buck
then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???
we gone ride for this, my niggas die for this
see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this
seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz
tryin' ta B-I-G, just not Notorious
frost the brick to get you niggas off the dick
gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of course ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created
from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick
shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas speak my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit burnas
when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the burna

[Napoleon]
I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side before they ass'll get crunk nigga
head rush that fag ass nigga clinked Napolean
send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot [????? ?????] in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks
fuck the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me
ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law
they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they panties
we ride nigga, it's hard cause they hide nigga
and matter fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz

[Yukmouth]
Fake ass, soldier niggas wannabe Yuk
Y'all niggas scared severly

[Hook 1: Yukmouth]

Bitch!
If you fuck with Tha Outlawz:
(Nigga we gone ride)
If you fuck with the Regime:
(Nigga we gone ride)

Bitch!
Because... (You gone die)
And then... (He gone die)
But what... (It's a suicide)
Because... (Bitch we gone ride)

[Young Noble]
From Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff
representin both sides wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up like what ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is weak
Nobility in the winter niggas feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, never surrender
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you
or some lil nigga that ain't never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil nigga was young
Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga
its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga
two shots to the head you can run if yo figure

[E.D.I.]
Young Noble, we still gone ride...

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle
can't a muthafucka touch you when the law love you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to learn
stuck in a can of worms, bad terms and all
fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas cant sleep
comin outta every jeep bitch peep this
your man wasn't shit and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game made room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off easy
have ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag niggas is part time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the time squealaz

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2: Yukmouth]
If you fuckin' wit Rap-A-Lot:
(Nigga we gone ride)
If you fuckin' wit [scratch overlapping lyrics]
(Nigga we gone ride)

Because... (You gone die)
And then... (He gone die)
But what... (It's suicide)
My nigga... (We gone ride)

[Yukmouth]
Bitch we gone ride
Thug Lord in this bitch
Regime shit nigga...

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin fire marshal
supply the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth Maul
burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no fair squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga swallow
a bitch don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my cock go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachos
recognize the Mob like HBO Sopranos
niggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals
ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act like Pac
bitch nigga I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein shit
I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn spiritual

[Hook 1 and 2 x2: until fade]

(feat. Kool G. Rap)

[CHORUS]
I don't give a fuck what y'all haters do, I'ma get thug money
Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money
First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money
Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money

[VERSE 1: Yukmouth]
Thug niggas drink bottles of XO and Christie
Fuck whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like Lewinsky
My click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 v
Three TV's, DVD's and PlayStation, who's fuckin with me?
Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki's
To even be puffin my weed
Fuckin with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree
With dynamite stuck to your feet
It's rough in the street, muthafuckas get touched in the street
I got these faggot rappers clutchin they heat
Cause ain't no discussin a beef
Actions speaks louder than words
Recipes for niggas secret ????
Niggas get served with the Mossberg
'Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump'
Leavin muthafuckas slump
Niggas get dumped like blunt ashes
I got these faggots takin thug classes
Smokin hash and gettin they ass tatted
Got the padded calabasses ????
My niggas came a long way from bein on section 8
While featherweights hesitate my money escalate
Make moves in every state, got 20's on the Escalade
I smoke everyday, drink Louis XIII
More platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me
[???] Iceberg [???], rock brim hats and Moschino
I'm like Nino plus shoot craps and hit Casinos
10 g's in chips tryin to break shit up
My necklace stay lit up, my Rolex stay chipped up
My vehicle's rimmed up, drink Christie till I'm pissy drunk with hicups
I used to dump on niggas, hit stick-up's
So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher fuckin ghetto sisters
Now I eats models out the [????] bushes
For my thug niggas hustlin crack
Yukmouth, Kool G Rap - what's fuckin with that?
Holler back, bitch

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2: Kool G Rap]
A paid thug nigga known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub
Crushed grape bub, pop a $200 plate grub
Gorilla family booty shake clubs
Nuff of the [????] love, I got yours and take it in blood
Nigga, you got [????] to take it in slugs
Rearrange the shape of your mug
Hit you with a shake and a hug
Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs
Dirty money, cover the paper with mud
Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub
Nigga, you nothin but a snake in a bud
G Rap and Yukmouth'll get you tossed out and struck out
Nigga, you lucked out, we plushed out
[????] out, got niggas trippin like a bus route
Holdin hammers but not ready to bust out
Get tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like Vietnamese
Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees
Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze
Till the death we keep it stress-free
But very daily hold the heavy shit inside of Chevy's
Plannnin your death over spaghetti
We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti
Flippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toast
Pour a tall glass of Cris and we toast
Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast
Couple of chickens with our dick in they throats
Bitches strippin on boats, niggas trickin they notes
All the chips that we gross, millionaire status
Mafia marriage, nigga that's out for carats like rabbits
Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage
Put a gat in back of your cabbage
You livin lavish, nigga, give up the package
Got the [????] niggas livin savage
Troubled kids and bastards
Out of your average, [????] danger and hazards
Young gun niggas that strap the ratchet
Lay you back inside of a casket
Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic
When the Mac hit it burn like acid
You do Hail Mary's like you was Catholic
Need a priest, nigga, to chat with

[CHORUS]

[No lyrics]

[Talking]
Introducing, (whoa) the worlds...(it's the world's most hated nigga)
...hated nigga, yes, you know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all niggaz ride Bentley's (Bentley's), not Mercedes (not Mercedes)
Bentley's (Bentley's), so why y'all niggaz hatin' on me?
(quit hatin', nigga) Y'all got money (what? what? nigga)

[Verse 1]
Mama used to say: "Watch your friends", 'cause they be fake as fuck
Niggaz smilin' in my face, I'm knowin' they hate my guts
They hate the way I bust, hate the way I strut
They wanna take my stuff, kill a nigga to make a buck
They even hate the way I fuck, 'cause I fuck they ho's
When I bust, fuck up their flow, Yuk untouchable
Platinum make a nigga tuck his gold, Ice up his robe
My lyrics touch your soul, make bitches rush the flow
I give it to 'em raw, regaurdless of what squad
I'ma hit 'em hard if they get envolved, break them niggaz off
Let 'em know I'm rollin' with god, roll with the MOB
If you fuck with one of us, the whole club about to squab
Your bitch gettin' shot, even your mama gettin' robbed
Fuck try'na hold haah, I sold rock, I sold haah
From the thug spot, coke spot, post up, and tote glocks
Got it if you snort haah, got it if you smoke rocks
It don't stop late, niggaz get dropped from labels
For fuckin' with a nigga that's hot and fatal
I'm like the henny, rock the cradle to these little ass pre-schooler
Nursery rhyme niggaz, still ridin' beach cruisers
Dude, I see through you, 'cause you're plastic
Bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic
Fuck the last album, this a classic
Fags get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
by them niggaz tatted with dragons

[Chorus]
I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga ball like y'all
With platinum plaques on my wall?)
But y'all niggaz platinum, what's mine? (they don't wanna nigga to shine at all
They wish a young nigga would fall)
'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
world's most hated nigga, nigga
'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
world's most hated nigga, nigga

[Verse 2]
You need to quit it, all I got is 6 digits, you got meal tickets
Talk slick in your raps, and pillow talk to bitches
Y'all niggaz ought to quit it, god's my witness
Or face the consequences, like when Eryka Badu sparks an inscent
You 'bout to get lalla-byed, rock-a-byed
Popped the guy, shot the guy, then went in the pockets of his Karl Kani's
Robbed the guy, got the guy, don't forget to dot your eyes
Cross me, you got to die, I'ma ride
MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE PAC ALIVE!
The Thug lord, prophesize, bring the west back
Shit on them niggaz with no ex-lax
Make them bitches eat, check that
Then put my tape in, make them niggaz respect that
And stop P.H.in', and congratulatin' the nigga they facin'
Who went from section 8, to makin' money, listen to revelations
And Jags and Navigations, Playstation, stay breakin'
Platinum deuce, conversations to rule a thug nation

[Chorus]
I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga ball like y'all
With platinum plaques on my wall?)
But y'all niggaz platinum, what's mine? (they don't wanna nigga to shine at all
They wish a young nigga would fall)
'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
world's most hated nigga, nigga
'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
world's most hated nigga, nigga

[Verse 3]
Come with me, go toe to toe with me
Still the king of the O. would be that nigga smokin' weed
Y'all wanna be soulja's sweet like potpouri
I crust your fuckin' text like a buldozer go hungry like vultures be
Fake niggaz wish they never spoke on me
Or said shit about that thug nigga, leavin' they head split, detted
I'll make you muthafuckaz regret it, get wetted with the gun
For try'na gas me like unleaded, I ain't the fuckin' one, one, one
So take that gum out your ass hole
First round, T.K.O. his ass like "Glass Joe"
I lash you, harass you, thrash you
Smash you, blast you, I put holes in your shirt like cash do
I probably have to stop to find his ass too
Hit the avenue, in his strip, bullet proof Nav. too, if niggaz was after you
Try'na catch you niggaz, jack you for puttin' a nigga name in your raps, fool(fag you!)
Well, that's your ass, dude

[Chorus]
I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga ball like y'all
With platinum plaques on my wall?)
But y'all niggaz platinum, what's mine? (they don't wanna nigga to shine at all
They wish a young nigga would fall)
'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
world's most hated nigga, nigga
'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
world's most hated nigga, nigga

[Talking]
There you have it, another muthafuckin' classic
Nigga, you ride Bentley's (Bentley's), not Mercedes (Not Mercedes)
Bentley's (Bentley's), nigga quit trippin' on me, bitch
Quit hatin' on me, bitch, you got all the fuckin' money, nigga
I ain't the fuckin' one, one, one,
Nigga, Regime Life, what? what? Regime Life
My nigga Mad Max: Regime Life
My nigga LQ: Regime Life
My nigga Phats Boss: Regime Life
My nigga Ke Ke: Regime Life
My nigga C-Bo: Regime Life
My nigga Diesel Don: Regime Life
My nigga Gov Matic: Regime Life
Fuck hater niggaz, you niggaz be bitin' songs, niggaz be hatin' niggaz
Y'all got all the money, man, make room for the young niggaz
Let us get some paper, nigga, sit your ass down, nigga, be executive, nigga
Do your thug thang, nigga, and I'ma do mine
You stay out my fuckin' way, and I'ma stay out your way, you bitch
Regime Life, done deal...

(feat. Kokane, Kurupt, Nate Dogg)

[Nate Dogg]
Everytime I smoke
I smoke indo smoke
It happens every time I drink
Somebody better call my shrink
I'll beat it 'til the pussy's weak
Some niggaz don't sleep man I don't blink
Sometimes I think I over-think
Sometimes I feel like, somebody's watchin me

[Chorus]
You motherfuckers can't figure it
Why niggaz so ignorant, ignorant
You motherfuckers can't figure it
Why niggaz so ignorant, ignorant
We drink beer and smoke cigarettes
Cause we niggaz so ignorant, ignorant
We bang bang cause we ignorant
Motherfuckers can't figure it, figure it

[Kokane]
I'm the epitome of this rap game
The most controversial name, they call me Kokane
I'm so ignorant, black ladies be hidin they purse with white ladies
Fifty niggaz in a Navigator, and a Range Rover
Blowin bomb sticky doja
Lookin at these studio gangsters gettin over
It's Yuk and Kokane and Nate Dogg, we stay true
Snatch yo wack ass off stage - we all gonna laugh at you
Ah, I wear the same khakis for about four days
And I, I don't brush my teeth, cause I got tooth decay
I keep the door open when I shit
And if I'm fucked up sometimes, I forget to flush it EWWW
Fuck respectin my elders, they ain't gon' get it soft
Cut in front of a 80 year old lady, and flip her ass off
I taught my 13 year old son how to slang
PCR, Dogghouse when I bang, and I'm out, nigga

[Chorus]

[Yukmouth]
What? Nigga, ery'thang, ery'thang..
Motherfuckers get sprayed fuckin wit Yuk, Kokane and Nate
Since back in the day, been slangin crack nay, packin a gauge
Diamond taps on our braids, pack a case, stack it away
Y'all niggaz perform overseas then back to the states
When subtractions are made, thug money the blueprint
+Regime Killers+, my click too sick, we rule shit
And to spit at a few clicks, rob motherfuckers who move bricks
Pop motherfuckers wit loose lips
Bitches who snitch out's finna get hit, get put in a ditch
Yukmouth runnin, livin this shit
"Ice Cream Man," I invented this shit
Ain't no gimmicks to this, my shit is rugged and hardcore
Give Killa Cali niggaz what they starve for
Bring y'all war like, "What's the issue?"
I shoot up everybody, even an ugly fat bitch too
If I get you [?] [?] another shit on you ridiculous
Give that nigga some tissue, let that bitch know, I'm ig'nant

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
Are you real motherfuckers, for real motherfucker?
Well I ain't real, I'm ultramagnetic bitch
I'm somethin you don't wanna fuck wit
I'm the nigga wit the pistol, launchin six from the clip
I'ma eclipse the moon like pitch black nigga
Nate, Yuk, Kokane, Kurupt we back nigga
Yak in a 'llac nigga, Young ready to collapse lungs
Two shots make slums collapse niggaz
See me face to face, talk that shit
Pretend you on the +moon+ Michael +walk+ that shit
What up pretty mama, a.k. pretty bitch
This Kurupt, I know you fucks to get rich
I met many bitches, in my day
Got the homies on the left side, holdin the 'K
Kurupt, the analytical, phenonomal, the most anticipated
Highly hated, top graded
Ig'nant than a motherfucker, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]

Ooh! Ooh!
You bitch! (you bitch!)
I told yo' ass that shit won't gone last forever
Ooh! Ooh!
All them fuckin gimmicks and bite motherfuckers
You bitch!
Then i'm slappin niggas into 2000 (yes)
Pistol whippin bitches and niggas (yes)
where my thugs at? where my real bitches at? (what)
where my real killer niggas at? (what)
one salute

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
what what, for all my thug niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
what, for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for all my niggas makin they cheese
smashin police with 20's on your V
drink remy and squeeze
stack plenty of G's
niggas hustle chicken heads keep pluckin
i'm thuggin, ragin' model, money and weed over fuckin
cos ain't no dressin them hoes
i'm up in lovin them hoes
handcuffin your ho
when i come through i'll have your bitch suckin my toes
get fucked in a rolls drawed out on VT
i'm that nigga thats righteous sittin on the couch
with the gold mouth (bling)
rockin platinum shit tryna show out
never soldout i was suited everythin from open to makin the apollo shout
Yukmouth that nigga thugged out
i'm from the city of dope where every block has a drughouse
and a weed spot full of playas
you can catch me at yo' local LA vodago
coppin an ounce of omega
smokin playas on the paper chase (yes, yes)
slang rocks like major waste (yes, yes)
ridin a 99 right through your waist ~ nigga ~ what

my niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches that breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for my niggas who rock a Roley on your wrist daily
my hit be Power 106 ready
like cowards who knew shits heavy, get ready
for the second comin up that niggas summoned ~ by God
got niggas poppin out they tanks and runnin
take off that fuckin chain and gunnin
niggas get done in
i'm lettin off that whole magazine on bitches who want it
got niggas scared like the hun'ert
hide in they 2000 five hun'erts
you better pray to God i'm sluggin
for 4, 5 gunmen
got niggas jumpin out they car leavin them broads just runnin
pimp niggas hide your woman
i'm tellin y'all
i have 'em in the drizzy like the terror squad
menage a trois always share a broad with a broad
this the mob best at large
three tv's in the car
three cars can run niggas hustle hard
to all my bitches breakin niggas at the bars
strippin, swingin from poles to get yours

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my chicken heads that ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!

for all my thug niggas and killers
duck-tapin niggas
pistol whip and take his glitter
fuck them hatin niggas
and bitches makin figures datin niggas
Cristasian dinners pay forget it they know how to break a nigga
i got killers on the +pay roll+ plannin to hit me
Fedderchini Alfredo take a nigga to pull like Wako
if i say so cos i make mo' then the average Joe
I rock a platinum row (bling)
you rock a fake ol' 'sako
got everything in the range ro'
except cable flows fatal
givin it to niggas who softer than play-doh
don't make no
false moves watch who you talk to
i'll spark you, off you
make the cops white chalk you
niggas talkin shit about Yuk is gone cost you
your fuckin head, your arms, your legs, i'm cuttin off your balls too
this is for all you bad bitches gettin cheese
sittin nickin niggas E's, hittin weed

niggas scream!
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all my thug niggas and killers who take G's
feel me
Ooh! Ooh!
[fades out]

(feat. Phats Bossilini, Mad Max, Tech N9ne, Poppa LQ, Gov)

[CHORUS]
I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low

[Phats Bossi]
Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
In this pitfall I'm on the grind for mine
My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure when we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie

[Mad Max]
Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot niggas
Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us
Straight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas behind me
And I be obviously on top of things
With the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't never heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug music
So peep game and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the flame
Regime

[CHORUS]

[Tech N9ne]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na [????] great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick
Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get [????] N9ne ????
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga back
So I [????] Saafir and tellin me [????] get his shit back
Off with their heads, let them hang high
Caught in their beds, let it [????] die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[Poppa LQ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob nobody
Cause gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob before I beg
But you don't expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to steal and break a law
You need not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's time for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers [????] start declinin

[Governor Matic]
Yuk threw me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get taped up
Kids get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up
Then I take up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up
Used to drink weed tea, now my shit robust
Now hold up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door Toyota
We splatter brains over crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, it's not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressin
Like you was strippin down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll

[CHORUS]

Regime Life, niggas
Thug rituals
Regime Life
Thug Lord
Regime Life, nigga

[Yukmouth]
Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and wrap ya, boy
[????] and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch
Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, ???? put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke muthafucka out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs
Ya bitch
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
Longevity that, huh
Bitch

[CHORUS]

Regime Life, nigga
Ya bitch!

(feat. C-Bo, CJ Mac)

Yuk, what, thug lord, regime
West coast, Yukmouth, Mac Mac, uh, check

[Verse 1: C-Bo]
Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream
Baddest bitches you ever seen tatted wit regime
Thug Lord, wit the real hard core
Keepin it crackin once, prepared for war
Three of the downest nigga's you ever imagined and go platinum
Known to keep it crackin wheter it's packin or scrapin
Jackin a rapper, shit I give it up if I can smile
Ballin and repent somebody smile for me baby
Then made it across the crossroads
Skated the boss mode
Now me, Mac and Yuk escalatin in floss mode
Jaguar's, bad broad's, anything you ask for
Motorcycle's, and fast cars, I ask the lord to forgive me
To keep me in this, I'm livin is for my children
I can't eat without another million
I'm livin life in the fast lane, champagne to wash away ya pain
Them tears, that I been holdin in for years, smile for me

[Chorus: x1]
Smile, smile, oh smile
I only wanna see you smile
Smile, oh smile, oh yeah

[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
How many words can make a average man sit and try
Picture my lies, throwin bricks besides a business
Tried crippin for life
Tried dippin around this bitch without a clippin tonight
Tried chips for somethin, homocidal call it crime, we cursed
All we know we havin dreams in mirror's
Fast cars, bad bitches, and teams to kear
Crack the seal loc, pour me out a shot of that filth
So I can drown in all my feelins inside, we all lit
Ha, dustin off the chronic ash and blast
Caught up in a mash of cash, we want it fast
I'm slippin, dirty I'm home, family won't hug me
But that's how the livin as is gonna be, so fuck em
I reak of scandalous schemes, and livin fast
It's like the second when I'm sayin by my hour glass, damn
Been at [?????], and livin buckwild
But i'll give it all up to pop a smile, I wish that I could smile

[Chorus: x1]

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
Ayo, I wake up every mornin praisin the lord
Thankin the lord for bein my shootin arm
Keepin a soldier safe in his war
I worry about livin no more, get paid and stayin on tour
Receivein my blessings, the lord
That's why I quit stresstin no more
Now I can keep my tech in the drawer, and keep my vest on the floor
I'm still protected by the lord like never before
Acceptin the lord, for sakes, still respectin the lord
Praise his name for what you got
Cause what you got really ain't yours
It's the lords, and we his children
He want us all to pay for jewelry
Livin in mansions inside a apartment buildings
If we can stop this stealin, If we can stop the sinnin
If we can stop the killings, start prayin, start repentin
And ask god for forgiveness, the fatherfull forgiveness
And feel the spirtural healin, and god's by witness
So keep the pray for, even if you was raised hard
I was buried in the graveyard, until I praised god

[Chorus until fade]

(feat. Kokane)

[Chorus: Kokane]
If you lived my life
You would straight commit suicide
If you look into my eyes of my life
You would straight commit suicide

[Yukmouth]
Lord I sacrafice my life
Just to bring my mama back to life
Just to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to life
My father hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and flashin' lights
My father been in jail half his life
Became a black geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang flast and fight
Considered me a bastard right
Family be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me blasted twice
Y'all niggas live the average life
Raised in the hills with a wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my parents in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, still shiver
Still remember bein' a filthy ass Ville nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food stamps and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause that's the only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and girls listen
I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they taught to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Village was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' down finham
When Felix Mitchell shut the block didown
I'm from the block were niggas get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta play pops
To support my mama and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, call Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a rigga I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first underground album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down niggas
Around the same time my mama died so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't stand that
In 95 the year my pops died
Start ballin' in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members tryna Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't like me
When I was broke it was all good
When I was smokin' and havin' tampers to the wood it was all good
I been around the world and back fuck this small hood
I'm tryna ball and have it all playa we all should
I started off broke as fuck, nigga ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, smokin' dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow shit up
80 Thousand the first week nigga put them posters up
Tha first nigga with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas probaly get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed with a son and daughter
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift from heaven
I would have been slit my wrist and jumped off a cliff
From stressin' maldepression
Life is like a big ass lesson we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since pre-school
His mama and my mama used to be cool
We from the same street too
That's why I don't creep through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them kilos that ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to throw em somethin'
I've been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
To funkin' with my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds most hated
Like Pac they want a nigga assassinated
Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky shit rolled in vegas
Havin' paper comes with a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and savior
Fuck them haters

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