Yo! Let's do this!
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Uh!
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Uh-oh, uh-oh!
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Ha!
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Uh-oh, uh-oh!
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Ha!
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Uh-oh, uh-oh!
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Uh-oh, uh-oh!
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Regime nigga!
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Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out
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the Regime up in this bitch!
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Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out
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first nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out.
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Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out
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first nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out.
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
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I do this for the
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real killas, and drug dealers
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affiliated wit Mobb niggas, and blood spillas
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put a slug through you tough niggas
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1-800-Thugs-R-Us
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no Dragon tattoo on you, nigga
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no love from us
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in thugs we trust
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niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff
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up yo nose
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I fuck up yo flows
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leave my competition ass froze
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we tag on they toes
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I'm as cold as Pocinos
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enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then I unload.
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Verse 2 *(Tech N9ne of the Regime)*
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Thugged Out
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My choppers oblivion
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speakin the opposite of Carribean in Tropolis
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poppin my z-z in
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true clocker from welfare recipiants
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type of a crispy
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an anamalisitc Tupac-er
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my race Caristian
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Jedi rhyme
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the way I spits ahead of my time
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give me a Billboard, an you bet I climb
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you mutha fuckas
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I love rukus
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thug, makin you hug crutches
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stayin away from you nothin but bum bustas
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the empire is back an we bugged out
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Phats, Keke, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe an my nigga Yukmouth
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these bitches beggin me to come to Menage
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A Trios
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but Muslims hear us say, "hum to Allah"
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they fly, that's on the crew nigga
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you cannot block the Regime from makin knots, no matter what you do
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nigga
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ya black an blue nigga
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undercovers like Malik Yoba
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lyrically Nina's usin a force like Yoda!
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Verse 3 *(Madd Maxx of the Regime)*
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Nigga this Madd Maxx
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you cross the Regime, you get yo life took
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we get it fuck the good book
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true thug niggas that turned to real crooks
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robbin the microphone, you get yo brain shook
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I told ya we takin over soldier
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a sober niggas rollin Rover's
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me, Ke, Gonz, Yuk, Tech 9, an Phats on ya
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all ready wit the caulked gage, buggin out Oklahoma
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fuck a Corona
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we drinkin 8-Balls until we fall out
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if you got a problem wit the Regime, your souls called out
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we all out for war
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these niggas don't want no more
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I'm takin over like Michael Jordan
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an I'm the first to score
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so fuck you fake ass niggas who be plannin a plot
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I take yo block over
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wit the nitroglycerian rock
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they got us fucked up.
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Verse 4 *(Phats Bossalini of the Regime)*
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They got us fucked up
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I've been tough
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since a young buck
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nothin to prove
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lots of pain plus some war cuts
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it ain't shit, but a thang to me
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dangerously
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I play the man you claim to be
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niggas strike back
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gun fight, we had to hype back
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this is the Phats see dream like a Fat Kat
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they wanna funk, we get dressed in black
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caulk the strap
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screamin Regime til they bust back
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it's Mobb-symboly, I die you remember me
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tatted wit Dragons in a custom coffin Bently
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simply
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I'm down to blast so don't tempt me
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I'm hella drunk, an hella blown off the geniti
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fuck wit me
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see these killas in mine
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buildin this shrine
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to feed these fuckin children of mine
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uh
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look in my eyes
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as I bleed the Regime nigga
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(Regime nigga, Regime nigga)
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havin a pile of money machine.
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Verse 5 *(Poppa L.Q. of the Regime)*
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No I've never been to the pen
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but I did a county bid
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an I ain't dumb enough to speak on the dirt I've did
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guess somebody caught the killer before the police did
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find him in the car leakin from dope over split wigs
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deadly lyrics to spit
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makin sure the killas feelin my shit
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explicit lyrics an adult content
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shot callas representin at all the major events
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and gang bangin got the streets juss way too tense
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I learned to deal wit it
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I'm in the Fields, windows tinted on my wheel wit the steel in it
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we keep puffin an rollin real wit it
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that jury linin, showcasin our diamonds to benifits
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of a long time grindin, enjoyin the fruits of our labor
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and rented suits from my tailors
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some young playas, strivin for greater
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you know it's all bad
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let's make it all good
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pushin the Cavvy to touch the Navvi wit the leather |