Teksty: Yukmouth. Thug Lord.

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust yours
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug Lords
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
Them niggaz want war

I'm glad you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it
Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
J, you better tell these fuckin' peasants you wet me, you get wetted
Even your fuckin' [unverified] get detted

Fake ass 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 niggaz peel me and drill me

You better pay a nigga to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the shit the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me
Spot a nigga 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 shit out of macks, take their bitch
Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't shit, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get fucked in your mouth?

Niggaz ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as fuck in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, niggaz some where in Germany, burnin' weed
Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'

Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my shit's sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, bitch quit ignorin' skills
I kill, niggaz better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you muthafuckaz, I'm the illest nigga, I feel

Fuck a record deal, the game is fake
My nigga Coolio said fuck 'em
Start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the One Hit Wonder

This time, my shit hit like thunder
In the Hummer, nigga, the MOB took me under
Try'na be mack niggaz, stay your ass in Atlanta
Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer

Niggaz dissin' Yuk, sayin' they don't like my shit
Then turn around and say, "Yuk, help me write my shit"
Ain't that a bitch?

Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust yours
All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug Lords
Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die, my nigga bust yours
Them niggaz want war

If them niggaz ain't down wit gettin' cream, fuck 'em
And if them niggaz ain't down wit the Regime, fuck 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, nigga I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em

And fuck 'em off in the game like so
Nobody [unverified] fuck wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective, take this bitch over
They gon make me vice president before this bitch over

Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best shit now?
Nigga, you know your ass was in Tha Row, what side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone
Bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha Thug Lord ha, ha, ha, yes