(feat. C-Bo, The Thug Lordz)

[C-Bo]

C'mon ^!$$%z
Yeah
The Thug Lordz in this (*##$

Get up... salute ^!$$%, 21 salute ^!$$% holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
^!$$%z that ride or die for their coast, ^!$$%

Yeah, put ya head to the street
Put ya head to the street ^!$$%, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!

Thug Lordz in this (*##$
Regime ^!$$%z
West Coast Mafia ^!$$%z

Yeah, untouchable ^!$$%z man
C'mon ^!$$%z, C'mon ^!$$%z. Ha.


[Verse 1: C-Bo]
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo

I'm King Tut of the hood
cuz everytime I drop a record dog
%#@! I bring it to the gut of the hood

An I ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these !@$)got $$# rappers keep yappin they jaws

Yeah they the %#@! cuz when they see me they just crap in they drawers
yeah that ^!$$% 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a (*##$

An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood

Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just lots of pigs

Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you $#&@in wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the bricks

Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon

[Chorus: C-Bo]

THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a mother$#&@er ready for war
we'll never snitch

never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla..

THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a mother$#&@er ready for war
we'll never snitch

never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla..


[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Yeah..

If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a (*##$ ^!$$% that talk to the feds
'specially a (*##$ ^!$$% that walk wit the feds

to award shows cause ^!$$%z bout to toss him some lead
You ^!$$%z think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business

We the realest from the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest ^!$$%z feel this
Make the sargent want to kill us

Regardless Godzilla will murda you ^!$$%
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk ^!$$%
If ya ^!$$% gang bang, don't crip walk ^!$$%

Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug Lordz (*##$
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war (*##$

That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on Face %#@!, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces

Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D'z holla..

[Chorus]

THUG LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a mother$#&@er ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to

hit when we dip they holla..
THUG LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a mother$#&@er ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip

never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla (they holla)