Thugged Out: The Albulation

Welcome!
Little boys and girls.
Makaveli!
(for the love of makaveli!)
Lives forever!
(outlawz!)
And ever
Come on.


Verse 1 *(e.d.i.)*

I remember the days we used to
Ride together
It's goin on boi, i thought we'd
Die together
But you left befo' me homie
Only if i could talk to you
They ain't know, but you walkin through this life of sin an stuff
Two days have passed
Since i first heard the shots blast
An i can still picture the scenery
Won't be no peace fo' me until i see ya at the crossroads
All of us back together again
Eternally "lost souls".


Verse 2 *(napoleon)*

I bet i shake ya world
Fo' pac, i'ma drink til i hurl
An pump the brakes on the hardest whoever thinkin they thurrough
It's young napoleon
Makaveli gave this soldier his name
An if you claim it the same
You have to prove you insane
Betta get ya heart right
In the mist of the warfields
Bullets gon' fly by
We outlawz
An play the street life because it's paid right
It's my life, my life, my life
That's in the sunshine
Kadafi i'ma hold a sign
Hopin you run through one time.
We "still ballin"!


Chorus *(yukmouth)*

Don't cry, dry yo eye say, "pac we still ballin"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) wha? wha?
Juss look up in the sky say, "pac we still ballin"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) wha?
Pour some liqour on the ground, say "pac we still ballin"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) uh.
If he could only see us now, ayo pac we still ballin!


Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*

Congregate the bloods and cuzz
Vice lords and disciples
I got love fa thugs
Even the hoodrats and scrubs that we ducked in the club
Sucka for love
If i introduce a busta to slugs (what?!)
Hustled the drugs
We all lust for money and fast cars
The, life of a rap star
Floatin in jaguars
Then ball wit a bad broad
Learn how to stack tall
Money longer then shaq ya'll (westside!!)
Holla back ya'll!! (yes!)
I smoked out wit redman
Aim an infared at the head of a rappa tryin to make a livin off a dead man
Flossin a dead man
I know the drama is reallin
They stole every song ya made and owe yo mama some millons
Will god's children plese stop wit ya "i can be like pac!"
Raps ya rock
Bout, gats and glocks
Ya act like pac
Wit all them songs you stole from dude
If makaveli was alive, we woulda rode on you fools!!
That's real!!

*(chorus)*

(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
They can bite all they want but pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
Westside, southside say, "pac we still ballin!"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
We gon' keep the thuggin alive, eh pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) (we love you nigga)
Rap-a-lot mafia life, eh 'pac we still ballin!


Verse 3 *(young noble)*

We still callin
Everyday ta ya
We still believe in ya
We still pray ta ya
Now e'ry body all on pac's heels
Had to wait til a soldier to die
Fo ya'll to give him his
Hell nah!
Outlaw soldiers thug fo life
Half a ya'll ain't never knew pac
Forget the hype!
We used to play box wit him
Caulk glocks, an lick shots wit him
That was a crazy soldier
Yo i miss him
Taught a brotha so much
In "thugs we trust"
Still as soft as cream puff
Outlawz we "hit 'em up"
An "bomb first"
So "hail mary"
You bail scarry through this "white manz world"
But i never let it bury me
Kadafi i love ya
An i'll see ya when i die homie
Smoke some weed
You an pac get high fo me.
Ya'll still ballin.
Ya'll still ballin.
Still ballin.


*(kastro talking)*

We can do this.
Fuck the tricks!
God bless the dead.
Yafi kadafi we love ya.


*(chorus)*

Til the days that i die eh pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
Wave ya hands in the sky say, "pac we still ballin!"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
Westside, southside say, "pac we still ballin!"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?
Eastside, northside say, "pac we still ballin!"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?
The regime, outlawz an yuk, we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
Rap-a-lot, lil j an face, we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?
Diggity daz an kurupt say, "pac we still ballin!"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
E-40 fonz an b-leigt say, "pac we still ballin!"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?
All my dogs everywhere say, "pac we still ballin!"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) uh.
An all my real ass thugs say, "pac we still ballin!"
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)

*(yukmouth talking)*

A dedication!
To the legendary makaveli!
God bless his soul!
(yes!)
It's time for us to ride for my potna.
All these bitin ass characters in the industry!

We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
(ride or die)
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
(ride or die)
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
(ride or die)
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
La, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! (regime)
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
La, la.
Ballin, ballin, ballin!
We still ballin!
Ballin!
Ballin!
Ballin!

Verse 1

You niggas juss created a monsta
Fuck a tampa i smoke ganja
Up in the bahamas racin yamaha jet skis
Money launderin like "casa blanca"
Luminate the concert
Aimin missile launchers
He's crazy comet
Mentally disturbed karma
Wit all drama
I put that on my mama
I'm down to hog tie my playa potna
Don't make me spray ya potna
If you wanna save yo daughter nigga, give up the info
And throw that plasticy mutha fucka out my limo
Wit three up in his temple
The land where niggas pimp hoes big
I do this for the streets of
San fransisco on down to south central
My speech
Too hard on the instrumental will get yo club shot up
Drugs get rocked up
Hustalas settin shop up
Runnin from coppas
And helicopters
Pourin out vodka
For all my dead potnas
And make me wanna drop my chopper
And salute
Nigga put yo glocks in the air and salute
Nigga shoot
Only my first three times, nigga recoup
Ya'll niggas be bloops
No, publishin givin the loot
To your executive produce
Sellin bubble lex coupes
On loot
Beat yo bad bitches in daisy dukes
Poppin they cooch
While my fuckin name is introduced
1,2,-1,2
Clear my throat, check the mic
1,2 -1,2
How many mutha fuckas wanna smoke?
Whatcha want do?
I throw a tree full blunt into the crowd
Snatch a pile of money
Probably a thousand
Throw it in the crowd
Nigga now
Big poppa style
While i used to be on section 8
Now it's shrimp and lobster now
And livin like a mobbsta now
An niggas who snitched like sammy "the bulldog"
A final, or donny brasco body found in the barrio
Wit quatro, cinco hallows
Up in pablo
A tommyano killa
But never shit across the mobb though
Keep yo mouth closed
We hold the fuckin code of silence
Juss give me great beats and violins
My flow is violent
Cold as tyrannts
Hearin the po-po sirens
Live an direct, while you slide yo vet
Niggas think it's real, but chill, it's only a cassette
Yes, gangsta shit to the fullest
Hollow tip bullets through yo chest
Had to dismiss a lot of fake niggas
Juss to make scrilla
The industry be tryin to rape niggas
But i'm a straight killa
White as fuck like grade a gorilla
The mobb niggas used rob niggas fo, hagan das nigga
Keep a bribe wit her
Half a chicken up in a ride nigga
Fuck ya'll niggas
I come stompin to eat 'em up like godzilla
Short stoppin my scrilla, nigga my cheddar cheese
Celeberty
Let my nigga pac rest in peace
Quit fightin
Know that god hate ugly niggas
Quit bitin
So i shoot you in yo face buddy
What you wanna do?
I got crew
Killas from the midwest
To new jerus, on down to baton rouge
Niggas bangin screws
The m-o-u crucifixates
If you'se a trick hate
Go home and ask yo bitch how my dick taste.
(how my dick taste)
Nigga, m-o-u crucifixates
If you'se a trick hate
Ask yo bitch how my dick taste.

*(screaming)*

Oh no!
Oh no!
He's alive!
Godzilla's alive!
Godzilla's alive!
Oh no! you've gotta see it!
This is john jerry, this is john jerry reporting from channel 4 news!
You gotta see this!
Call the president!
Godzilla's alive!
Call the president! tell the president to call the navy seals!
He's here, he's steppin on shit!
He's crushing!.....oh my god!
Godzilla's alive! oh you got to see this shit!
Oh!

Yes, yes, yes, uh!
Balla shit, nigga
Timer shit nigga
(regime shit baby)
Flossy shit, boi!
(smoke-a-lot, smoke-a-lot)
Rolex rulez
Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an baggets an shit.
Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga
Uh.

Verse 1

I started off wit heata shit
Carry a nine millameter shit
Rolex on my wrist
Never fuckin wit geneve shit
(playboy whats geneve shit?)
Somethin like 20 g's cheaper shit
Tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit
Look juss like a rollie, but it really ain't rollie
What the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake rollie
I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make rollie
The motra fake rollie's, yo time an date gone break rollie
The type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take rollie
Go out on a date, start makin bitches hate rollie
Now pump yo brakes homie
Only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant
Rolex wear outside
"stayin alive" like wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut
Wise steps, hands carrassin my tech
Rolex under my sleve nigga
To each nigga playa hatin, i make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka
I read niggas
Look in my eyes an die slowly
Meet my four-five
Niggas done died fo a rollie
I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely
They died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie
My four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies
If i didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me
Die fo me
Eye fo an eye homie
That's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my rollie nigga
Rolex rulez.

Chorus *(phats bossalini)* 2x

Well an nigga wit the rolex on
You best believe he packin stretch armstrong
Some kinda gat or thang on him
Hit you bullet rain storms
When you got the rolex watch, piece an chain on
Listen.

Verse 2

To all my real playas
Throw yo rollie's in the sky
Wave 'em side to side
Then keep yo four-five caulked to ride
So many mutha fuckas done died
Tryin to steal a rolex watch
Especially tryin to steal mines
I remember the day i bought my first watch
The turfs hot
Slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stop
Raise niggas off the block who turf hop
Juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first
Spot
I'm wet
Cash the check, grab the tech an jet
10 g's in my pocket headed straight to spence
I want my shit all baggets
But it cost too much
Had to fuck wit somethin less
Ain't tryin to floss too much
A straight gold presidential
No diamonds down the wrist
Princess cabezel
You know
That's small timer shit
But fuck that!
I got the rolex, chain an ring that match
Stack my scratch, until i got enough green to bring shit back
Exchange? yes!
Give up the chain an gain a rolex
Drop some g's
It's juss like property so invest
An if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress
Pawn yo shit, i give you what you paid an not a dolla less
That's big timer shit
White colla shit, so i jet
I see some niggas casin the set
Hangin out by my lex
I grab the mutha fuckin tech 9
The first time, i get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine
Rolex rulez!

*(chorus)* 2x

Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh.
Smoke-a-lot up in this bitch.
Regime shit, uh.
Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve.
Haha. cuz niggas tryin to get us.
But i keep big heats, nigga. uh.
How many holes you want in yo ass?
Blow-blow!
1, 2, or 3? nigga what?
Blow-blow!
Back the fuck up nigga. we do our thang, rolex rulez.
I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna
Or you will get flatlined.
Done deal.

Welcome.
It is i that you see.
Little boys an girls.... revelationz.
Listen.
Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
Cuz nigga, we livin on hell nigga.
This is hell mutha fuckas.

Verse 1

Uh.
All my life it's like i'm fuckin around wit the wrong people
Make a movie about my life an it be a long sequel
Bout people livin off free-be's an brick cheese
That's how that shit be's, out here you have to grind to get g's
No bently flippin less yo name is felix mitchell listen
Little boys an girls my mama could barely pay the fuckin rentin
My daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpin
White bitches fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin in women
He used to take me an my village potnas to go swimmin
He drove a bmw, they father drove a lemon
Nigga in the end my mama kept spendin money on gin an drugs
I had to sleep on the fuckin rug where the roaches was
I hung wit thugs always rollin dice an pumpin gas
To get some cash
You had to store the coke, we mop his ass
My pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from me
If i didn't give it to her, she'd beat my ass butt-naked homie
The only way i would see a movie was out wit the homies
I'm always bummy, had no money, they would pay it fo me
My daddy told me when i was very young
That he was on the run, i heard him mention somethin about colombians
An i could come stay wit him if i didn't like the way that moms treat me
I juss didn't like the way that moms beat me
Wit tonka toys, in front of my boys hit me wit objects
So i juss
Got to sky the fuck up out these projects
I left behind my moms an sisters so relentless
Never thought they'd get evicted an be sleepin on benches
My pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
There goes another nigga straight to the pen
By the age 10, done lived wit every relative, an friend i know
Here i go again
Livin wit my grama, then my auntie
My uncle
Where ever i go niggas would gank me fo my bundle
Swindle my check, wit section 8 an medi-cal benefits
But me i wasn't gettin shit
Spend my shit on nay kids
That's what they did
Fuck relatives
If i don't do my thang now, i never lived
Never gone get it if you sit on yo ass
So fuck math class
I'm on the ave wit crack fo that ass
Like son like dad
I love the smell of money, hash an zig-zags
Look at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cash
Involved but
We all get caught up an sent to juvenille halls
Scrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawls
My mama abused alcohol
My pops an inmate
An me i'm sweepin halls to intake
Hate
My mama carried the weight ain't seen my pops since '86
Every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shit
So much shady shit done happened to me, i can't put it behind me
The lord took my mama life in '93
God bless her soul
Cuz she was caught up in a, house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they
Ass
This shit makin me mad
High ass lawyer we had melvin bell, i tried to tell my sister that he'd
Get paid half
Settlement, me 56 g's
My big sister 56 g's
My little sister 106 g's
Ripley's wont believe that for the life of my mama they only gave us a
Quarter a mill ticket to split
I can't deal wit this shit
I wish you was here to see me get this deal wit chris, an noo-trybe
Mama you died i cried
Cuz you missed
The gold an platinum plaques
I bet you never thought yo little black ass son could rap
Now i'm breakin off scratch
An burnin zags wit sparkle
That's my little sister askin the lord why did you make her life so
Awful
Next thing you know my pops go
In '95 he died of aid's
It's either suicide of cry fo days
An weeks an months
Blowin blunts, keep away flashes
No funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashes
I ask if, he spare my life
Cuz all i got is my nieces, my two sisters, an my wife
Recite behind the mic the type of shit that niggas like
Fo the first time in my life i'm makin bread, doin it right
But at night seems like i'm hunted
Probably because jackmoves an licks i've done it
What goes around comes around, hollow point tip rounds to my stomach
Bitches
Screamin at summit
That's how you busta niggas want it
But i still juss get blunted in big six hundreds
Niggas done, done it
Done deal nigga, been there like dre
Blowin hay in the air on the free-way
Pray
Forgive me god is what i would say
I gotta lot of days to count
Blessed, went from claimin sets wit yay up in my mouth
See task an bounce
Now i blow hash at half an ounce
Smoke out to the facial blessed to be livin on hell mutha fucka!

Cuz this is hell nigga.
If you ain't know, nigga.
This hell nigga.
Right now.
Armegeddon.
Nigga, done deal.
Done deal.
Uh.
This live.
Every nigga done had this shit happen to 'em, you know what i'm sayin.
All my potnas, every nigga i tell that i went through, they do, done did
The same shit.
Let's do it, juss salute niggas.
Juss do our thang, fuck everybody, let's ride this shit.
Do yo t hang blaze, get shermed out all that shit, whatever.
Mushrooms an shit, xtacy's an all that shit, let's get high an juss
Reminise about all that dangerous shit we done went through.
An ask yoself...."why the fuck am i here?"
Cuz this is hell nigga.
An the good die early, an the mutha fuckin bad stay fo ever, cuz yo ass
On hell nigga, cuz you a bad mutha fucka like me.
Done deal, uh, uh.
(livin in hell, dead mutha fuckas, uh)
(livin in hell, dead niggas dwell, uh) 2x
This earthel is hell mutha fucka.

*(yuk speakin)*

Listen, i bring to you.

(chimes)

Here ye, here ye!
Attention all dope fiends, haha!
This is a smoke-a-lot pre-sentation
Check it!
I bring to you.... the 5th ward mutha fuckin boyz!
An smoke-a-lot himself!

Chorus *(fa sho)*

I am a dope fiend an
(the ice cream factory)
I need my drugs
I bought 'em from the ice cream man
(in '98, posted up, posted up)
He's my neighborhood thug
I know i need to stop, but
I say no
(slang crack)
Cuz i'm a dope fiend an.... i need my drugs!

Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*

Nigga.
First you cut the stove up
450 degrees farienhiet
Mix the bakin soda wit the china white
Sugar delight, puruvian flake crack rock
Playa fill the pot up wit water, put the pot on the stove to make it hot
Then rock it up
Place the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up
That's how i rock it up
Presice, before i chop it up
I sell it
My dope fiend test the product to see if i got the stuff
Packin gats incase i gots to bust
My cousin rode off in the wind wit two chickens, ever since then no
Nigga i can trust
Plus, family an business don't click
Cuz family members try to play you like a bitch
I'm quick to pistol whip this shit outta niggas like this
My niggas from the vill killin each other, go to jail an turn snitch
Like a bitch
Me, i slang double ups, half thangs an zips
Blueprints on how to bubble up, have thangs an grip
Digital triple beam at my lab
Breakin down slabs an bump a zipper
Nigga 28 grams wit the bag
Fuck it
Drop jag or a cutlass
My ice cream truck be the toughest.

Chorus *(fa sho)*

I am a dope fiend an
I need my drugs
I bought 'em from the ice cream man
Well, he's my neighborhood thug
I know i need to stop, but
I say no
Cuz i'm a dope fiend an.... i need my drugs!

Verse 2 *(007of the 5th ward boyz)

I scream
You scream
We all scream for ice cream
Trippin out these dope fiends
Bringin back all kinda things
T.v.'s, camcorders, vcr's, stereos
Beepers, cell phones, any thing they get they hands on
Nigga i don't want this shit
Bring me back some cash
Even dope fiend bitches try to get it for some ass
Bitch i don't want no pussy
I don't want no head
I see they drapped the preist, creepin, violation the police.

Verse 3 *(e-rock of the 5th ward boyz)

See we mobb figgas
Coke dealas
7-4-7 straight to oak-town hit 'em up wit yuk now
Yola snatchers
Made money, go-getters
Blood elapse ya
Turn around an pimp slap ya
I'ma make you love me bitch
Wit the cock or the rocks
Stockin up the million dolla spots
Rollin in ah
Candy coated '98 big body tahoe
Plenty dope smokers.

*(chorus)*

Verse 4 *(lo life of the 5th ward boyz)*

All i need is one bird
An i wont turn back
An i'm show you how to turn this tough, turf-town white powder to crack
An i keep my clip clacked, so
Please don't try an jack
In the midst of the transact, i found where the dope fiends at
I over react
After midnite, while sellin my cream
A dope fiends dream is to follow me, while, smokin out a screen
I drive by in my ice cream truck
Wit fiends run up
I got 'em touchin for the good stuff
White colored and blue
I got yo drugs!

Verse 5 *(yukmouth)*

I got yo drugs
Heron, infedamines an crack
Fiends get jacked
Fiends get slapped
Fiends that rap
They got me back an fourth
I'm tryin to shake the state
Bakin cakes
Razor blades
Kragen plates
Busta niggas they can hate
Slangin major weight
Thousand grams is a key
Outta town a pound of boogie brown cost a g
So i send it down
Couple a rounds, never lost to p
Never lost a g
Mutha fuckas never crossin me.

*(chorus)* 2x
(echos out)

Yo! let's do this!
Uh!
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Ha!
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Ha!
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Regime nigga!
Throw up yo hands if you thugged out
The regime up in this bitch!

Throw up yo hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out.
Throw up yo hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out.

Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*

I do this for the
Real killas, and drug dealers
Affiliated wit mobb niggas, and blood spillas
Put a slug through you tough niggas
1-800-thugs-r-us
No dragon tattoo on you, nigga
No love from us
In thugs we trust
Niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff
Up yo nose
I fuck up yo flows
Leave my competition ass froze
We tag on they toes
I'm as cold as pocinos
Enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then i unload.

Verse 2 *(tech n9ne of the regime)*

Thugged out
My choppers oblivion
Speakin the opposite of carribean in tropolis
Poppin my z-z in
True clocker from welfare recipiants
Type of a crispy
An anamalisitc tupac-er
My race caristian
Jedi rhyme
The way i spits ahead of my time
Give me a billboard, an you bet i climb
You mutha fuckas
I love rukus
Thug, makin you hug crutches
Stayin away from you nothin but bum bustas
The empire is back an we bugged out
Phats, keke, maxx, poppa l.q., gonzoe an my nigga yukmouth
These bitches beggin me to come to menage
A trios
But muslims hear us say, "hum to allah"
They fly, that's on the crew nigga
You cannot block the regime from makin knots, no matter what you do
Nigga
Ya black an blue nigga
Undercovers like malik yoba
Lyrically nina's usin a force like yoda!

Verse 3 *(madd maxx of the regime)*

Nigga this madd maxx
You cross the regime, you get yo life took
We get it fuck the good book
True thug niggas that turned to real crooks
Robbin the microphone, you get yo brain shook
I told ya we takin over soldier
A sober niggas rollin rover's
Me, ke, gonz, yuk, tech 9, an phats on ya
All ready wit the caulked gage, buggin out oklahoma
Fuck a corona
We drinkin 8-balls until we fall out
If you got a problem wit the regime, your souls called out
We all out for war
These niggas don't want no more
I'm takin over like michael jordan
An i'm the first to score
So fuck you fake ass niggas who be plannin a plot
I take yo block over
Wit the nitroglycerian rock
They got us fucked up.

Verse 4 *(phats bossalini of the regime)*

They got us fucked up
I've been tough
Since a young buck
Nothin to prove
Lots of pain plus some war cuts
It ain't shit, but a thang to me
Dangerously
I play the man you claim to be
Niggas strike back
Gun fight, we had to hype back
This is the phats see dream like a fat kat
They wanna funk, we get dressed in black
Caulk the strap
Screamin regime til they bust back
It's mobb-symboly, i die you remember me
Tatted wit dragons in a custom coffin bently
Simply
I'm down to blast so don't tempt me
I'm hella drunk, an hella blown off the geniti
Fuck wit me
See these killas in mine
Buildin this shrine
To feed these fuckin children of mine
Uh
Look in my eyes
As i bleed the regime nigga
(regime nigga, regime nigga)
Havin a pile of money machine.

Verse 5 *(poppa l.q. of the regime)*

No i've never been to the pen
But i did a county bid
An i ain't dumb enough to speak on the dirt i've did
Guess somebody caught the killer before the police did
Find him in the car leakin from dope over split wigs
Deadly lyrics to spit
Makin sure the killas feelin my shit
Explicit lyrics an adult content
Shot callas representin at all the major events
And gang bangin got the streets juss way too tense
I learned to deal wit it
I'm in the fields, windows tinted on my wheel wit the steel in it
We keep puffin an rollin real wit it
That jury linin, showcasin our diamonds to benifits
Of a long time grindin, enjoyin the fruits of our labor
And rented suits from my tailors
Some young playas, strivin for greater
You know it's all bad
Let's make it all good
Pushin the cavvy to touch the navvi wit the leather an wood
It's regime nigga!

Verse 6 *(yukmouth)*

The hardest nigga from the "o"
My flow is certified theme music for organized crime
Niggas that burglurised banks, and murdered guys for they pies
Reach for the sky
Techniques like robert deniro in "heat"
Karl kani's
No disguise, in the middle of the street
Buckin at police
Fuck police
Got a range rove jeep
Wit 12 open faced gold teeth
A rolex piece
Cuban links, crops, an bracelets
But that ain't shit, to leave a nigga naked, duct taped wit they bitch
In the basement
Where the safe is?
Big faces
Cops raided, but ended up gettin they fuckin squad car grenaded
You want blazed shit?
I spit the nitroglycerian
That's smoother than a pair of new cinnamon timberlands
Get benjamin's
But be no p diddy
I'm from a city called weed city
See these regime niggas be wit me
Fuck christy juss remmy
True thugs do drugs an come up wit hits
Like jimmi hendricks
Shock the world like snoop at no limit
Yuk signed to rap-a-lot, yeah nigga
I ain't a playa, i juss mack-a-lot
Pack the gat
Tryin to snatch yo watch in the back of the lot
Keep my shit for underground fragment rock
Jackpot j struck it rich hit the lottery
The top comidity
Blood on wallet be from robbin sprees
Rock phat farm, wit tats all over my arm
Bullet wounds like a nigga fresh back from nam
Yo nigga get yo mash on. (echos out)

*(talking)*

[how old were you, mr. washington when you hit the streets permanatly?]

Maybe 10.

[how did you live?]

I became a runner.

[a drug runner.]

That's right.

[could you give us a description of how you lived, the next few
Years.]

I kinda moved up. i lived where the money goes. then i got busted, 2 and
1/2 in ??

[and when you got out.]

I got a piece of turf to myself. took it. one block at a time. nobody
Stopped me.

Intro:
[makaveli speaking on the one nation album]
We got to get the niggas that runnin' out of here
So that's what we do
Let the gone, now
Now we got one nation
With greg nice, buckshot, smiff-n-wesson
Smiff-n-wesson, melle mel, scorpio, the luniz,
Snoop, kurupt, daz, me, scarface, kokane,
Bone thugs, spice 1
All of 'em on my shit
One nation
And it's just to hit my nation
All the real niggas that i recognize in the game

[napolean]
Outlaw
With that mutherfucking nigga yukmouth
Doin' that shit for rap-a-lot
So grap your gat a lot, nigga
Young niggas on the rise, motherfucker

[yukmouth]
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Verse 1: napolean
Nigga this is war
We get the shit together right now, nigga
After midnight,
This full pound gon' make some sound, nigga
Kick in the door
I throw your wife on the couch
I put my dick in her mouth
And put that shit in and out
Outlaw no doubt
Ha, what you don't talk some shit
Ha, what make napolean flip
I blow your
Backbone to your motherfuckin' lap hoes
If you wig it, i'ma take it down
Who do you, gotta stay low
Ha, make a move, nigga
When your sure improved, nigga
Outlaw soldier
Take it to school, nigga
We rule nigga
Have it
Will rap about your gat or won't you grab it
Feelin' hot like a weapon
Gettin' 16 for my automatic
Thugged out to the overdoses
You niggas got to sell 'em some shit
You probably thought you could leave quick
It ain't happenin' bitch
It's hard to get mob on mine
Outlawz my spine
It ain't hard to find
But get ya, and lay low
And get ya pis by the dough
I keep my shit on cock, cause makaveli said so
I keep my shit on cock, cause makaveli said so

Chorus:

[all]
If you,
[e.d.i]
Got to get your money on
>from night till mo'
You better
[all]
Then do yo thug thang
If you,
[yukmouth]
Buy chronic by the zone
Then get yo smoke on
[all]
Then do yo thug thang
If you,
[young noble]
Resign the streets
Because you love to bang
[all]
Then do yo thug thang
If you,
[napolean]
Don't give a fuck about life
I lost my family twice
So i'ma
[all]
Then do you thug thang

Verse 2: e.d.i (yukmouth)

I been what is know as a bandit (bandit)
You better hand it over,
If you wanna see your grandkids (grandkids)
I don't give a fuck (fuck)
Cause makaveli planned it
(cause makaveli planned it)
But when it's said and done
In the streets
We can handle it
Do yo thug thang, o really (really)
You don't wanna see me silly (silly)
With fully loaded 9 milli (9 milli)
When it get to spittin'
You gon be sittin' me
I'm makin' you ass history
I'm the epidemy of everthing you fear (fear)
Crystal clear (crystal clear)
Pistol there (pistol there)
In the air
I hit you there (there)
Hit you there (there)
Then i'm out of here (here)
With your cartier (cartier)
And your hottie head (hottie head)
Between knees (knees)
I got on the clean knees (knees)
You ain't see no
Thugs like these,
With slugs like these
We rush tightly
All in together now
Makin' it mo better now
(makin' it mo better now)
Layin' competitors down
Ahead of you now
Superial style
Grand imperial thug world
I'm rougher for rhyme
I had you wanted for mine
While i'm gunnin' for mines (mines)
Thought it was gone, but still on
We commin' to town
(you rainin', clickin' niggas,
That will see us, man)
You rainin', clickin' niggas,
That will see us, man
But if you think,
You can't do yo thug thang, nigga
(do yo thug thang, nigga)

Interlude:
[yukmouth]
<tires slippin'>
Fuck you
Fuck the outlawz
Fuck the régime
<machine guns firin'>
Nigga

Verse 3: young noble

If you ain't,
Lovin' this thug shit
You must be a bitch
Can't compete with the bricks
All the drugdealers rich
Or try to get in
Try to hustle and pear
Walkin' up and down block all day,
'till the rest of the fiends get here
A bitch named tarifa
She owned 300 thugs
On a nigga to hold her beaver
>from the blow i fronted
And do yo thug thang
Rappin (?) drugs slang
(?) and have you losin' you brain
Abusin' the game
So now you're in danger
Lyrically i ruin your name
And keep one in the chamber
Nasty new street slugger,
Catch you with a boxcutter
Used to fight with my brother
And run the spot with my mother
You get after, ask her quick
And shit blast the bitch
Fuckin' around with this outlaw shit

[all]
Get your thug on niggas
Ha, then do yo thug thing

Chorus

Verse 4: yukmouth

Niggas used to hit me up
Till they see that fuckin' régime
Stick me up, up in the sky
Firebreatin' dragon
Niggas bout to die
Niggas feel like armageddon,
When i be headin'
And wait niggas up at they own wedding
With they own weapons
Counterfessons
Ghetto lesson number one:
Never try to go to war without your gun
Niggas get done
Since i quit fuckin' with num
I did once like big pun
Off the books,
Have your body in a coffin up
Nigga i'm off the hook
Like a phoneless chuck
That burned out
Thugged out and turned out
Set that motherfucking perm out your head
Niggas dead,
If you ain't régime, or outlaw
Kiss the ring
I do my thug thing without y'all
Matter of fact
I gives a fuck about y'all
Put a nigga up in a ho
Just like a ground hole
Thanks of the hounddogg
They finally found y'all
Leavin' (?) on your face
And about 12 motherfuckin' bodies,
Hangin' around y'all
I do my thug thang
Dopin' in and out of lanes
And i must thank
(?)
Tats on my arm
I better ring the fuckin' alarm
Or be the first that get mashed on
Nigga, do yo thug thang

Chorus: x2

[napolean]
Uhhh

<gunshot>

[tech n9ne] (yukmouth)
Regime killas, ah
What the deal
(it's that lethal)
What's poppin
Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine twist bitch
(uh, that regime shit)
Regime shit, yeah
(done deal, bumbell)
New millenium rhymers nigga
(what, tech a nina)
The bumbell
Where the fuck you at
(up in this bitch)

[yukmouth] (tech n9ne)
Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regime's finest
(regime) tech a nina
And smoke a lot himself
(smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga
(in your back bitch)
Fuck that, i'm tired of not being of the bungalow shit
This bumbell for you nigga

[yukmouth]
It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight rapid fire
That override your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal
It'll probably have you killing people, for real
Cops say it's illegal to have a yuk tape in your possesion
Niggas keep going to jail for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, concealed weapons, all the above
Tear the fuckin club up with my nigga what

[tech n9ne]
That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will find i spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from missour-a
Quick when i rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace ventura
By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride this like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas i'm the killa representin cosa nostra
So bust like you're supposed to
We guaranteed this gon sell cuz this shit's the bumbell nigga

[chorus: (tech n9ne)] x 2
(ba bum)
This shit is heated (ba bum)
Your shit's deleted (ba bum)
And when you need it (ba bum)
We drunk and weeded
As long as this rap shit sells
Us niggas with figures we keep releasin the bumbell

[yukmouth]
Bitch i can make ya ?ven? (ba bum)
Make ya ?land? (ba bum)
Make the fans (ba bum)
Gang related dance (ba bum)
I can make the hood (ba bum)
Make your ?kim wood? (ba bum)
Make your stereo (ba bum)
Make calico (ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to funk
Or get shit crunked
When shit jumps, i'm the theme music
Like thorazine, the fiends cling to it
I didn't mean to do it
The music made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin tricks
Now my nine can't stop sprayin shit
Until the nigga lay in a ditch
And when i played this shit it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window i saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the
Middle of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin scrilla
After every word i got to say nigga
Like what's up nigga?
Let's smoke this blunt nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up nigga
You bumpin yuk nigga?
Oh that's the bumbell

[chorus] x 2

[tech n9ne]
We're now listening to the sounds of tech n9ne
I don't need no medication, i just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy hoes
That nigga named tech n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap a lot summoned me, i told em that i had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me
They say tech when i rap you wouldn't be alive
Fuck that, i got niggas lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live
We bringin heat to the game, deep when we came
Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the flame
Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) i'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin i'm hunted, the bumbell

[chorus] x 2

[tech n9ne] (yukmouth)
Yeah (live and direct)
Kc meets oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture
(bumbell) bumbell (what)
Tech n9ne (regime shit)
Ish, uck, nigga
What you wanna do
Regime crew
Like that nigga
Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your back
For the one nine nine twist
You know what i'm sizzlin?
You know what i'm sizzlin?
You know what i'm sizzlin?
Regime killas!
(thugged out, yukmouth)

Yes.
Yes.
My lil shortys gonna be a thug.
Father like son, like son like dad.
My family all into makin this cash.
Shorty's gonna be a thug.
Like father, like son, like son, like dad.
My family's all into makin this cash.
My lil, shortys gonna be a thug.
Like father, like son, like son, like dad.
My family's all into makin this cash.

Chorus

Look in yo eyes
An i see, the reflection of me
My little guy
Thank the lord for blessin me wit a seed
Before he died
My father taught these lessons to me
An before i die, i share the same lessons that he was stressin to me
Nigga it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug
No matter the cause
Niggas born to floss, an be the boss
That's how he was taught
I raised you in the north
Away from the hood where, times are hard
But as soon as the, grind get hard
You put yo time in god.

Verse 1

It's in our blood
Thuggin
Til the days of my death
My last breath taken by the atf like, david koresh
My steps of life
My last testimony, god bless my wife
My lil son gone be set for life, always dressed up nice
And smokin kryponite
Might grow up an rip the mic
Or slang some chickens like his great grandpappy
Whatever makes the man happy
Grands snappy
But lord forbid, he try to do the same shit that his pappy did
Nigga, end up in some khaki shit
Handcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang of other niggas fucked up
Then shipped up, shit greed
Shit get deep
Niggas bleed
Information juss to get free
That's why you never see no busta niggas hangin wit me
Be a loner
If you ain't got that fuckin dragon tattoo on ya
Knock a nigga on his ass, so fast the class makes have to use amonia
To wake him up
Nurse, pick him up
An take him up
Hit the dice game in the alley way
Yo nigga break 'em up.

Chorus *(yukmouth)*

Look in yo eyes
An i see, a reflection of me
My little guy
Thank the lord for blessin me wit a seed
Before he died
My father taught these lessons to me
An before i die, i share the same lessons that he was stressin to me
It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug
No matter the cost
Born to floss, an to be the boss
That's how he was taught
I raised you in the north
Away from the hood where, times are hard
But as soon as the, grind get hard
You put yo time in god
It's in our blood.

Verse 2

And send a letter to my killa
Whoever it my be
I know that death is callin, i can hear it pagin me
Chasin me
(ch-ch... haha)
Like jason be
But ain't no breakin me
Or takin the safe from me
Not even a fuckin 8 from me
Be ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me
Even if they wasted me
My son will be replacin me
On the street makin g's
Like his poppy was
Smokin chronic budded
Sellin drugs like his poppy does
See his poppy was a, mutha fuckin soldier
Hittin figure eights up in nova
Always smokin doja
Wit a pocket full of quarters
Went from bein a small timer, to highroller
To the block controller
Set up shop, an got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered cola
Now the cowards know the time
Taught you to grind before your time
I taught you how to hold a 9
Taught you how to stay sharper than a poker prime
Nigga focus yo mind, on the money
Fuck a big behind
An keep a click of down ass niggas, an then you'll be fine
These are the rules
Nigga choose to utilize or loose
Pay yo dues
If i die juss get my face tattooed
Up on yo shoulder, or right over your heart
Cuz, when it get dark
That's when this shit starts, an daddy didn't raise no marks!

*(chorus)* 3x

Chorus *(phats bossalini & val young)* 2x

That's the ballers feud
A thug changes, and love changes
That's the ballers feud
And best friends become strangers.

Verse 1*(yukmouth)*

Survey says...
You know some fake mutha fuckas
I know some bustas too
This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew
Since '92
At first i thought he was cool like dru
Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas don't wanna hang wit you
Cuz of the thangs you do
Learn a thang or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true
Everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you
That's why niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my range rove-el
What? what?
Fuck these broke-els
I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
Smoked out
Broke as hell
Drivin buckets
I'm drivin luxury cars and plus shit
Benz the lexus the roughest to fuck wit
So you wanna be p-i-m-p?
You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free
You payin g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

Verse 2 *(numskull)*

There's too many playas
Too many ballas
Too many hustlas
Too many killas
Too many pimped out mutha fuckas
So now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who's
Cleanest
The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius
What if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
Who the mouses nigga, i think you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin
An don't come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, i gotta live like that
A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track
You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin
But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me
But don't try now, cuz you niggas can't see me
22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice
First to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't focus
Hocus pocus
Now 25 niggas on ya
Juss because you moved from california
Ballers feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

Verse 3 *(kastro)*

We went from loved ones, on the way up
To no love at all
Time to go though, so i don't give no fucks at all
Cross the game
Don't be playin, stoned get right
I shed blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
This hate
Man, could be a cold mutha fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em dyin like a mutha fucka
Slow death, no breath
Man i love it like my mother
And that's some cold shit, i'm on some mo' swole shit
Listen quick
Fingers thick
Lady clit
Piss this shit, on yo clit
Niggas know i'm flossin k-cash
Cash foldin
You want what i'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
Worse enemy, authority
Police are all enemy
Richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be
But still in all i love, all i love
Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love
Do it fo ya'll, all ya'll
My baby girl an god
This crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half part of me hard
The other part of me scarred
Death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x