The Thug Lordz in this bitch
Niggaz that ride or die for their coast,
Yeah, put ya head to the street
Put ya head to the street nigga,
Yeah, untouchable niggaz man
Check, my uzi weigh a ton
I keep a guns caulked in the lo- lo
'cause everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't never backed down,
an keep a Smif- N- Wesson pressed in pause
All these faggot ass rappers
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,
An I ain't seen him in the hood,
No House of Blues, or Peanuts,
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big
Heard they ran him outta New York,
No glocks and cigs, just lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career will not
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that
ain't scared of the bricks
four- fifth kick dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit,
[Chorus: see- Bo] THUG...
motherfucker ready for war
Never quit my click was heaven
Hit when we dip they holla..
motherfucker ready for war
Never quit my click was heaven
Hit when we dip they holla..
[Verse 2: Yukmouth] Yeah..
then it's off wit ya head
To award shows cause niggaz bout
You niggaz think the West
coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention
Thug Lordz handle they business
Make the hardest niggaz feel this
Make the sargent want to kill us
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt
liquor for that slick talk nigga
Wearin a big chain will get
We the only Thug Lordz bitch
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore,
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit,
You better run like Forrest
Cause our guns look like torches,
bustin from drop Porsches
The T- H- you- G- L- O- are-
a motherfucker ready for war
Never quit my click was heaven
Hit when we dip they holla..
a motherfucker ready for war
Never quit my click was heaven