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(feat. Yukmouth)
[Yukmouth]
THUGG LORD !!!!!!!
Salute!
Whut ***, aiight, AIIGHT!
We got a *** *** *** in our presence
A *** imposter
Get yo *** up ***
Whats up ***
You ain't no *** made man
Money don't make you no made man ***
The mob make you a made man you ***
Now get on the floor ***
[Yukmouth]
*** shank yourself
*** stab yourself
*** spray yourself
*** blast yourself
***'s packed with wealth
Though I come through fast and stealth
Your *** stack get dealt
Now they on thier self
Like massika blast to kill
Never try to graze ***
Just cause you a paid ***
That doesn't mean your made ***
You Gay ***
I pay ***
To spray ***
Lay *** down for the gray glitter
Send you to the GRAVEDIGGAZ!...
Ready to die I aint afraid ***
I make money, money never make.... ***
I break ***
Wake up with a .45 pointed in your face ***
Now where the safe ***
I take your rolex honeycomb face out the safe
I gotta get my money on straight
The South is gay
These phony *** rappers is fake
About to hate make a move out of state
Regime Killerz about face
Aw hell the Thugg Lord Salute Me!
Put 21 guns in the sky *** rush yours
Cause none of yall *** want war
Fake *** CB4, Gusto still Yuk flow whut the *** for
We I walk I scrape my knuckles across the ground
Guerrila walking across town beating down Blood Hounds
Yall *** sound like Mystikal
Get some skills thuggin on wax I do this *** for real
***!
[Chorus: Yukmouth (C-BO)]
You aint a made man you made yourself
Give that *** an AK let him spray yourself
Hey!.........
Alot of *** get paid to wealth
Now they *** just stay on the shelf
Spray Yourself!!
(We made men, paid men, that made it all)
(Born to this *** and ready to ball)
(Spray Yourself)
(Rather then kill ya *** on the wall)
(*** and stick the *** Ten up in your drawers)
(Spray Yourself)
[C-BO]
Now who the *** is these weak rappers
Acting like they real but thier fake phony cuban zirconan actors
The Mob father bringing it real for all the mobstars
While other *** in this game to win an oscar
Scared of mobstas
Can't do a concert unless they are paying themself
Can't get a real *** so they lay yourself
Heeeeey!!!!!!! Heeeeeeeeeey!!!!!!
Can't get the *** unless they paying your wealth
You *** need to spray yourself
What! What!
Heard Bossaline a major pay per event
Now we gon see you on some murderous ***
Have you heard of this clique
Thugg Lord
Yukmouth close the door
Lets take these Toy Soldiers to war
Remember back when you wasn't ***
At my hotel with the bundles of ***
Give my a hundred g's to bust on your ***
And I touched the ***
Real *** that had enough of this ***
Going platinum without a nann *** bumpin your ***
Now tell me
Weak *** how you do dat deah
Westcoast Mobb father *** we don't care
You must of bought your own ***
To you they shoot your own ***
Came here without poppin your own deal its on ***
You must forgot when I helped your *** out
Back when you was rollin around town in a glass house
When I see how I might light that *** up
See if you westbound *** you better gas up mash up ***
[Chorus: Yukmouth (C-BO)]
You aint a made man you made yourself
Give that *** an AK let him spray yourself
Hey!.........
Alot of *** get paid to wealth
Now they *** just stay on the shelf
Spray Yourself!!
(We made men, paid men, that made it all)
(Born to this *** and ready to ball)
(Spray Yourself)
(Rather then kill ya *** on the wall)
(*** and stick the *** Ten up in your drawers)
(Spray Yourself)
[Yukmouth]
Alright
Ready to talk yourself marching
I be startin a war so just marching
Parking the ??? in front of the mansion
*** apartments
*** that *** you talking
*** be barking
I often smoking blunts on my doobe in your coffin
Rap-A-Lot *** boss ballin'
Shot callin'
The come to be the boss my *** all flossin'
See many loss ends
Trying to keep up
Sell Cheba
Next tell selly a thousand Rap-A-Lot beepers
Smoke reefa
Regime Leader the prime suspect
Something like Puff but I got a new millimeter I ain't bust yet
It ain't a fine *** a senorita I ain't *** yet
I pop X
I rub sex
They love this Thugg ***
*** say Yuk next to take the West over
The *** best blower
Chronic catch and sess smoker
The AK 47, ***, and Tec holder
I'm the *** you heard stressed over
And get no rest over
*** wrecked by the neck screaming with sweat on ya
Go to sleep with a vest on ya
Cause I creep death on ya
Pull my Tec on ya
Hop on dubs and skates
Sinceraly yours the *** you love to hate
Lil ***!
[Chorus: Yukmouth (C-BO)]
You aint a made man you made yourself
Give that *** an AK let him spray yourself
Hey!.........
Alot of *** get paid to wealth
Now they *** just stay on the shelf
Spray Yourself!!
(We made men, paid men, that made it all)
(Born to this *** and ready to ball)
(Spray Yourself)
(Rather then kill ya *** on the wall)
(*** and stick the *** Ten up in your drawers)
(Spray Yourself)