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letra de thug lord - yukmouth

[chorus]
thug lords
holdin’ the chopper in the sky, n-gg- (bust yours)
all my n-gg-z, they down to ride for the (thug lords)
n-gg- that cross me, his -ss gon die, my n-gg- (bust yours)
them n-gg-z (want war)

[verse 1]
i’m glad you said it, now you old -ss rappers gon get it
been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
j., you better tell these f-ckin peasants, you wet me, you get
wetted
even your f-ckin ______, get detted
fake -ss 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 n-gg-z peel me, and drill me
you better pay a n-gg- to peel me, and kill me
fill me ’til the sh-t the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred
slugs in me
spot a n-gg- 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 sh-t out of macks, take their b-tch
run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
a smilie face ain’t sh-t, if you got yuk in your mouth
my nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get f-cked in your
mouth?
n-gg-z ridin’ bentley’s, your artist stuck in the house
starvin’, broke as f-ck in the apartment, stuck in the south
i’m weighed out, n-gg-z some where in germany, burnin’ weed
learnin’ these foreign languages, tourin’
allways performin’ like laryn hill, my sh-t’s sore as steel
i’m real, like slim shady, b-tch quit ignorin’ skills
i kill, n-gg-z better stop smokin fry, and poppin’ pills, i
drill
but all you m-th-f-ckaz, i’m the illest n-gg-, i feel
f-ck a record deal, the game is fake
my n-gg- coolio said “f-ck ’em”, start sayin’ names
and dates
make ’em hate the “one hit wonder”
this time, my sh-t hit like thunder, in the hummer, n-gg-, the
mob took me under
try’na be mack n-gg-z, stay your -ss in atlanta
old -ss rappers, make oakland look bad like hammer
n-gg-z dissin yuk, sayin’ they don’t like my sh-t
then turn around and say “yuk, help me write my sh-t”
ain’t that a b-tch?

[chorus]
thug lords
holdin’ the chopper in the sky, my n-gg- (bust yours)
all of my n-gg-z, they down to ride for the (thug lords)
the n-gg- that cross me, his -ss gon die, my n-gg- (bust yours)
them n-gg-z (want war)

[verse 2]
if them n-gg-z ain’t down wit gettin’ cream, f-ck ’em
and if them n-gg-z ain’t down wit the regime, f-ck ’em, i rush
’em
aim at their limosine, buck ’em, i never loved ’em
i never trust them, n-gg- i crush ’em, old antiques i dust ’em
and f-ck ’em off in the game like so
n-body _____, f-ck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
my main objective: “take this b-tch over”
they gon make me vice president before this b-tch over
beware of the ayatolla, come and shut you down
make you exit out of town, who got the best sh-t now?
n-gg-, you know your -ss was in tha row, what side you on?
that’s why i’m doin’ my next song with eightball and bone

b-tch, (ha ha ha ha)thug lord (ha ha ha, yes)

- yukmouth

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