[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, ^!$$% (Bust Yours)

All my ^!$$%z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
^!$$% that cross me, his $$# gon die, my ^!$$% (Bust Yours)
Them ^!$$%z (Want War)


[Verse 1]
I'm glad you said it, now you old $$# rappers gon get it

Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven
J., you better tell these $#&@in peasants, you wet me, you get wetted
Even your $#&@in _, get detted

Fake $$# 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 ^!$$%z peel me, and drill me
You better pay a ^!$$% to peel me, and kill me
Fill me 'til the %#@! the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me

Spot a ^!$$% 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 %#@! out of macks, take their (*##$

Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique
A smilie face ain't %#@!, if you got Yuk in your mouth
My nuts in your mouth, how does it feel to get $#&@ed in your mouth?

^!$$%z ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house
Starvin', broke as $#&@ in the apartment, stuck in the south
I'm weighed out, ^!$$%z some where in Germany, burnin' weed

Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin'
Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my %#@!'s sore as steel
I'm real, like Slim Shady, (*##$ quit ignorin' skills

I kill, ^!$$%z better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill
But all you mutha$#&@az, I'm the illest ^!$$%, I feel
$#&@ a record deal, the game is fake

My ^!$$% Coolio said "$#&@ 'em", start sayin' names and dates
Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder"
This time, my %#@! hit like thunder, in the Hummer, ^!$$%, the MOB took me under

Try'na be mack ^!$$%z, stay your $$# in Atlanta
Old $$# rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer
^!$$%z dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my %#@!

Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my %#@!"
Ain't that a (*##$?


[Chorus]
Thug Lords
Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my ^!$$% (Bust Yours)

All of my ^!$$%z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords)
The ^!$$% that cross me, his $$# gon die, my ^!$$% (Bust Yours)
Them ^!$$%z (Want War)


[Verse 2]
If them ^!$$%z ain't down wit gettin' cream, $#&@ 'em

And if them ^!$$%z ain't down wit the Regime, $#&@ 'em, I rush 'em
Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em
I never trust them, ^!$$% I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em

And $#&@ 'em off in the game like so
Nobody _, $#&@ wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro
My main objective: "Take this (*##$ over"

They gon make me vice president before this (*##$ over
Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down
Make you exit out of town, who got the best %#@! now?

^!$$%, you know your $$# was in Tha Row, what side you on?
That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone


(*##$, (ha ha ha ha)Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)