[C-Bo]
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C'mon niggaz
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Yeah
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The Thug Lordz in this bitch
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Get up... salute nigga, 21 salute nigga holla..
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THUG... LORDZ!
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Niggaz that ride or die for their coast, nigga
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Yeah, put ya head to the street
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Put ya head to the street nigga, holla...holla
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THUG... LORDZ!
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Thug Lordz in this bitch
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Regime niggaz
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West Coast Mafia niggaz
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Yeah, untouchable niggaz man
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C'mon niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.
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[Verse 1: C-Bo]
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Check, my uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run
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I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo
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I'm King Tut of the hood
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cuz everytime I drop a record dog
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Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood
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An I ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog
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Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
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all these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
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Yeah they the shit cuz when they see me they just crap in they drawers
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yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
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And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a bitch
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An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
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No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
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Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
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Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood
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Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
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No glocks and cigs, just lots of pigs
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Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's
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Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
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You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the bricks
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Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon
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[Chorus: C-Bo]
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THUG... LORDZ!
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Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
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we'll never snitch
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never flip
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never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
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hit when we dip they holla..
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THUG... LORDZ!
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Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
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we'll never snitch
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never flip
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never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
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hit when we dip they holla..
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[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
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Yeah..
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If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head
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'specially a bitch nigga that talk to the feds
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'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the feds
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to award shows cause niggaz bout to toss him some lead
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You niggaz think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
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They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business
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We the realest from the Gardens to the Village
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Make the hardest niggaz feel this
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Make the sargent want to kill us
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Regardless Godzilla will murda you nigga
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I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
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If ya nigga gang bang, don't crip walk nigga
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Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
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We the only Thug Lordz bitch
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After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
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That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted
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You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
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You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces
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Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
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Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
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The T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D'z holla..
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[Chorus]
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THUG LORDZ!
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Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
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we'll never snitch
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never flip
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never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
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hit when we dip they holla..
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THUG LORDZ!
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Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
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we'll never snitch
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never flip
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never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
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hit when we dip they holla (they holla)
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Thug Lordz
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Yukmouth |