| 作曲 : Ayon, Ellis | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life (2x) [Tech N9ne] | |
| Yo, yo! I'm a | |
| Regime original | |
| My flow's aqua | |
| She give me yo' snaps | |
| She give you more claps than an opera | |
| Street Sinatra, here to tease the shoppa | |
| Yuk and Tech nigga | |
| Godzilla and | |
| Mopra Try and stop the | |
| Regime killaz will cost ya | |
| Pop the glock to get the message across ya | |
| You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor | |
| I'ma silence you niggaz as if | |
| I was actors and flossa | |
| For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya | |
| Saw this beam light, scream like | |
| Chewbacca | |
| We got twats on lock the tiny tots | |
| My mom say stop or | |
| I'm gonna tell poppa | |
| I rabaqua | |
| Ish Hop Ya mock my | |
| Shit is gonna be a slip knot enoughs a enough | |
| We reign the clocks got ya | |
| Tech is coming way clean | |
| If you ain't | |
| Regime Then fuck ya! [Poppa L.Q.] | |
| We the real street criminals | |
| Regime generals | |
| Mash for the most | |
| And we sell it for the minimum | |
| We Regime alliants | |
| With appetites of giants | |
| Hungry as some lions | |
| We the kings of the jungle | |
| Y'all don't wanna step inside the ring in this rumble | |
| Empires will crumble | |
| Platinum rappers are humbles | |
| Pissin' on you peasants | |
| Whenever we make our presence | |
| Original and authentic | |
| Far from a gimmick | |
| Suckers try and mimic | |
| But they just can't get it | |
| No, they don't have their mind on it | |
| I don't hear no soul in it | |
| They don't have they heart in it | |
| We gone put a hole in it | |
| To go hardcore | |
| All we do is go hard | |
| Cuts them chicken's off | |
| But we let 'em go hard | |
| Regardless who you are | |
| We will break you off a bar | |
| Load off the hollows | |
| Discharge 'em in your car | |
| It's Regime nigga | |
| And it gets no bigger! [Gonzoe] | |
| The life of a gangsta | |
| Ice and big bangers | |
| The skyline changes | |
| Cat, we live dangerous | |
| Fuck who you came wit' | |
| This where the game twist | |
| Seperate the | |
| Regime nigga from the nameless | |
| Hit 'em with the stainless | |
| Show 'em what pain is | |
| Speak that language | |
| Work them angles | |
| Y'all get mangled | |
| We street niggaz | |
| And once we spit we sayin' you (Come on!) | |
| Real shit | |
| I split ya frame du' | |
| Have ya name all mixed up with bad news | |
| What you tryna prove | |
| I blow you out ya shoes | |
| Y'must got my team confused | |
| We make the rules | |
| Break yo' face then bust the .2 | |
| What you accustomed to | |
| Nigga this what a hustler do | |
| When Gonzoe and my niggaz lace ya crew | |
| Regime! [Chorus - Big Krizz Kaliko] | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life [Monsta Ganjah] | |
| Regime the regiment | |
| Worldwide confederates | |
| Suspects and federates | |
| Villains, killers and terrorists | |
| Radicals individuals | |
| Money making material | |
| Underrated and hated | |
| But over time we made it | |
| And dedicated to get it | |
| To never sleep | |
| I hate it | |
| Forget about the bullshit | |
| These niggaz rather debate it | |
| On these streets is how | |
| I get it A fetish for living | |
| Hellish It's talented how sell it | |
| Then cock it back and pull it | |
| I'm serious when | |
| I do it No it ain't nothing to it | |
| Snatch ya chains | |
| Splatter brains | |
| Acting like they knew it | |
| Regime the new team | |
| Kill for the cash green | |
| Split spleens to crush dreams | |
| Empty out magazines | |
| Holla back to swallow stacks | |
| Treat 'em like dope fiends | |
| Anything you need | |
| I got I'll be your first thing | |
| A hustler | |
| My nature, never to fall | |
| Regime 'til | |
| I die, throw slugs in ya jaw [Dorasel] | |
| Niggaz know me sell | |
| I don't give a fuck | |
| I keep it tucked | |
| It's the dirty sizzle | |
| Regime missle | |
| That's what's up | |
| Niggaz talk a lot of ruckus | |
| We fuckers | |
| Don't wanna buck us | |
| I keep my niggaz dirty like truckers | |
| Nigga you heard me | |
| Been in the game pretendin for better | |
| Nigga whatever | |
| You fucking with a war nigga | |
| Yo fuck rappin, | |
| I'll kill ya | |
| Dorasel'll smack ya franchise | |
| Playa it's over | |
| Snatch the | |
| Tec-9's from | |
| Yukmouth And blast *gunshots* back at ya | |
| Rover I told you | |
| I'm the dirtiest | |
| Him...and gettin' up the earliest | |
| Fuckin' wit' my street niggaz | |
| And white boys that'll eat niggaz | |
| I don't need a butcher to do my reppin | |
| I get mines with a heat nigga | |
| Pass by the spot wit' yo piece | |
| Smokin' a sweet nigga | |
| Business as usual | |
| We back up on the rocks wit' it | |
| I'm feeding my fiends | |
| I do it cuz my pops did it | |
| Still got the same heater | |
| My niggaz leaking shots with it ?? bitch ass | |
| So they can think my cock did it [Grant Rice] | |
| Regime! 'Til they slay me and they lay me | |
| Seize deep, pushin daisey's in | |
| Hades Regime! ' | |
| Til the plate's clean | |
| My brigade'll swing a blade at the mainstream | |
| Until they pay me | |
| Regime! Until the | |
| Heavens fall | |
| A weapon's kept in my drawers | |
| To protect the every cause | |
| I represent | |
| And every car | |
| Second of we'll never fall | |
| Fo' the mumbles, sumble, crumble not! | |
| I'm a hustle mayan | |
| Turn the fuckin' crum into an oven bake cake | |
| Hey! Wait! | |
| No - I'm - not - done | |
| So real and scary | |
| Military 'til | |
| I'm killed and buried wit' my shotgun | |
| I'm in it to menace | |
| And sinnin from minute to minute ' | |
| Til I finish, all riddled they gimmicks and image they mimic | |
| Specific I'll slay them | |
| Stitch 'em and pitch 'em to the franchise | |
| Regime ride to empire | |
| Grant Rice! [Chorus - Big Krizz Kaliko] | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life {* | |
| Yukmouth talking throughout the chorus*} | |
| Yea nigga! | |
| You can't fuck wit us nigga | |
| Regime mobstaz, tatted with dragons and mashin' - igga! [Yukmouth] | |
| The thug lord ayatollah ran wit' twelve disciples | |
| One hand held the | |
| Bible One hand held the rifle *gunshot* | |
| All hail my arrival | |
| From VL's | |
| Disciples | |
| To Crips and | |
| Piru's and rivals | |
| Run for survival | |
| It's murderin' mayhem | |
| Them birds on the grayhound | |
| From the curb of they town | |
| Get served and sprayed down *gunshots* | |
| Pounds of | |
| Earth'll break down | |
| The cops run a search and shake down | |
| Ever since | |
| I signed with my niggaz from | |
| H-Town Prince | |
| J and stayed down | |
| Made me put them cakes down | |
| I run the | |
| Bay now Shake and break like earthquakes now | |
| And fuck hoes, ass up face down | |
| Regime rock throw backs gats | |
| Fitted caps and gats | |
| Jags, Benzes, | |
| Lex and A branch fell but the tree won't fall | |
| We stand tall | |
| We gone ball | |
| This Regime bitch! [Outro - Big Krizz Kaliko] | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life (2x) |
| zuo qu : Ayon, Ellis | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life 2x Tech N9ne | |
| Yo, yo! I' m a | |
| Regime original | |
| My flow' s aqua | |
| She give me yo' snaps | |
| She give you more claps than an opera | |
| Street Sinatra, here to tease the shoppa | |
| Yuk and Tech nigga | |
| Godzilla and | |
| Mopra Try and stop the | |
| Regime killaz will cost ya | |
| Pop the glock to get the message across ya | |
| You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor | |
| I' ma silence you niggaz as if | |
| I was actors and flossa | |
| For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya | |
| Saw this beam light, scream like | |
| Chewbacca | |
| We got twats on lock the tiny tots | |
| My mom say stop or | |
| I' m gonna tell poppa | |
| I rabaqua | |
| Ish Hop Ya mock my | |
| Shit is gonna be a slip knot enoughs a enough | |
| We reign the clocks got ya | |
| Tech is coming way clean | |
| If you ain' t | |
| Regime Then fuck ya! Poppa L. Q. | |
| We the real street criminals | |
| Regime generals | |
| Mash for the most | |
| And we sell it for the minimum | |
| We Regime alliants | |
| With appetites of giants | |
| Hungry as some lions | |
| We the kings of the jungle | |
| Y' all don' t wanna step inside the ring in this rumble | |
| Empires will crumble | |
| Platinum rappers are humbles | |
| Pissin' on you peasants | |
| Whenever we make our presence | |
| Original and authentic | |
| Far from a gimmick | |
| Suckers try and mimic | |
| But they just can' t get it | |
| No, they don' t have their mind on it | |
| I don' t hear no soul in it | |
| They don' t have they heart in it | |
| We gone put a hole in it | |
| To go hardcore | |
| All we do is go hard | |
| Cuts them chicken' s off | |
| But we let ' em go hard | |
| Regardless who you are | |
| We will break you off a bar | |
| Load off the hollows | |
| Discharge ' em in your car | |
| It' s Regime nigga | |
| And it gets no bigger! Gonzoe | |
| The life of a gangsta | |
| Ice and big bangers | |
| The skyline changes | |
| Cat, we live dangerous | |
| Fuck who you came wit' | |
| This where the game twist | |
| Seperate the | |
| Regime nigga from the nameless | |
| Hit ' em with the stainless | |
| Show ' em what pain is | |
| Speak that language | |
| Work them angles | |
| Y' all get mangled | |
| We street niggaz | |
| And once we spit we sayin' you Come on! | |
| Real shit | |
| I split ya frame du' | |
| Have ya name all mixed up with bad news | |
| What you tryna prove | |
| I blow you out ya shoes | |
| Y' must got my team confused | |
| We make the rules | |
| Break yo' face then bust the . 2 | |
| What you accustomed to | |
| Nigga this what a hustler do | |
| When Gonzoe and my niggaz lace ya crew | |
| Regime! Chorus Big Krizz Kaliko | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life Monsta Ganjah | |
| Regime the regiment | |
| Worldwide confederates | |
| Suspects and federates | |
| Villains, killers and terrorists | |
| Radicals individuals | |
| Money making material | |
| Underrated and hated | |
| But over time we made it | |
| And dedicated to get it | |
| To never sleep | |
| I hate it | |
| Forget about the bullshit | |
| These niggaz rather debate it | |
| On these streets is how | |
| I get it A fetish for living | |
| Hellish It' s talented how sell it | |
| Then cock it back and pull it | |
| I' m serious when | |
| I do it No it ain' t nothing to it | |
| Snatch ya chains | |
| Splatter brains | |
| Acting like they knew it | |
| Regime the new team | |
| Kill for the cash green | |
| Split spleens to crush dreams | |
| Empty out magazines | |
| Holla back to swallow stacks | |
| Treat ' em like dope fiends | |
| Anything you need | |
| I got I' ll be your first thing | |
| A hustler | |
| My nature, never to fall | |
| Regime ' til | |
| I die, throw slugs in ya jaw Dorasel | |
| Niggaz know me sell | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| I keep it tucked | |
| It' s the dirty sizzle | |
| Regime missle | |
| That' s what' s up | |
| Niggaz talk a lot of ruckus | |
| We fuckers | |
| Don' t wanna buck us | |
| I keep my niggaz dirty like truckers | |
| Nigga you heard me | |
| Been in the game pretendin for better | |
| Nigga whatever | |
| You fucking with a war nigga | |
| Yo fuck rappin, | |
| I' ll kill ya | |
| Dorasel' ll smack ya franchise | |
| Playa it' s over | |
| Snatch the | |
| Tec9' s from | |
| Yukmouth And blast gunshots back at ya | |
| Rover I told you | |
| I' m the dirtiest | |
| Him... and gettin' up the earliest | |
| Fuckin' wit' my street niggaz | |
| And white boys that' ll eat niggaz | |
| I don' t need a butcher to do my reppin | |
| I get mines with a heat nigga | |
| Pass by the spot wit' yo piece | |
| Smokin' a sweet nigga | |
| Business as usual | |
| We back up on the rocks wit' it | |
| I' m feeding my fiends | |
| I do it cuz my pops did it | |
| Still got the same heater | |
| My niggaz leaking shots with it ?? bitch ass | |
| So they can think my cock did it Grant Rice | |
| Regime! ' Til they slay me and they lay me | |
| Seize deep, pushin daisey' s in | |
| Hades Regime! ' | |
| Til the plate' s clean | |
| My brigade' ll swing a blade at the mainstream | |
| Until they pay me | |
| Regime! Until the | |
| Heavens fall | |
| A weapon' s kept in my drawers | |
| To protect the every cause | |
| I represent | |
| And every car | |
| Second of we' ll never fall | |
| Fo' the mumbles, sumble, crumble not! | |
| I' m a hustle mayan | |
| Turn the fuckin' crum into an oven bake cake | |
| Hey! Wait! | |
| No I' m not done | |
| So real and scary | |
| Military ' til | |
| I' m killed and buried wit' my shotgun | |
| I' m in it to menace | |
| And sinnin from minute to minute ' | |
| Til I finish, all riddled they gimmicks and image they mimic | |
| Specific I' ll slay them | |
| Stitch ' em and pitch ' em to the franchise | |
| Regime ride to empire | |
| Grant Rice! Chorus Big Krizz Kaliko | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life | |
| Yukmouth talking throughout the chorus | |
| Yea nigga! | |
| You can' t fuck wit us nigga | |
| Regime mobstaz, tatted with dragons and mashin' igga! Yukmouth | |
| The thug lord ayatollah ran wit' twelve disciples | |
| One hand held the | |
| Bible One hand held the rifle gunshot | |
| All hail my arrival | |
| From VL' s | |
| Disciples | |
| To Crips and | |
| Piru' s and rivals | |
| Run for survival | |
| It' s murderin' mayhem | |
| Them birds on the grayhound | |
| From the curb of they town | |
| Get served and sprayed down gunshots | |
| Pounds of | |
| Earth' ll break down | |
| The cops run a search and shake down | |
| Ever since | |
| I signed with my niggaz from | |
| HTown Prince | |
| J and stayed down | |
| Made me put them cakes down | |
| I run the | |
| Bay now Shake and break like earthquakes now | |
| And fuck hoes, ass up face down | |
| Regime rock throw backs gats | |
| Fitted caps and gats | |
| Jags, Benzes, | |
| Lex and A branch fell but the tree won' t fall | |
| We stand tall | |
| We gone ball | |
| This Regime bitch! Outro Big Krizz Kaliko | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life 2x |
| zuò qǔ : Ayon, Ellis | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life 2x Tech N9ne | |
| Yo, yo! I' m a | |
| Regime original | |
| My flow' s aqua | |
| She give me yo' snaps | |
| She give you more claps than an opera | |
| Street Sinatra, here to tease the shoppa | |
| Yuk and Tech nigga | |
| Godzilla and | |
| Mopra Try and stop the | |
| Regime killaz will cost ya | |
| Pop the glock to get the message across ya | |
| You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor | |
| I' ma silence you niggaz as if | |
| I was actors and flossa | |
| For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya | |
| Saw this beam light, scream like | |
| Chewbacca | |
| We got twats on lock the tiny tots | |
| My mom say stop or | |
| I' m gonna tell poppa | |
| I rabaqua | |
| Ish Hop Ya mock my | |
| Shit is gonna be a slip knot enoughs a enough | |
| We reign the clocks got ya | |
| Tech is coming way clean | |
| If you ain' t | |
| Regime Then fuck ya! Poppa L. Q. | |
| We the real street criminals | |
| Regime generals | |
| Mash for the most | |
| And we sell it for the minimum | |
| We Regime alliants | |
| With appetites of giants | |
| Hungry as some lions | |
| We the kings of the jungle | |
| Y' all don' t wanna step inside the ring in this rumble | |
| Empires will crumble | |
| Platinum rappers are humbles | |
| Pissin' on you peasants | |
| Whenever we make our presence | |
| Original and authentic | |
| Far from a gimmick | |
| Suckers try and mimic | |
| But they just can' t get it | |
| No, they don' t have their mind on it | |
| I don' t hear no soul in it | |
| They don' t have they heart in it | |
| We gone put a hole in it | |
| To go hardcore | |
| All we do is go hard | |
| Cuts them chicken' s off | |
| But we let ' em go hard | |
| Regardless who you are | |
| We will break you off a bar | |
| Load off the hollows | |
| Discharge ' em in your car | |
| It' s Regime nigga | |
| And it gets no bigger! Gonzoe | |
| The life of a gangsta | |
| Ice and big bangers | |
| The skyline changes | |
| Cat, we live dangerous | |
| Fuck who you came wit' | |
| This where the game twist | |
| Seperate the | |
| Regime nigga from the nameless | |
| Hit ' em with the stainless | |
| Show ' em what pain is | |
| Speak that language | |
| Work them angles | |
| Y' all get mangled | |
| We street niggaz | |
| And once we spit we sayin' you Come on! | |
| Real shit | |
| I split ya frame du' | |
| Have ya name all mixed up with bad news | |
| What you tryna prove | |
| I blow you out ya shoes | |
| Y' must got my team confused | |
| We make the rules | |
| Break yo' face then bust the . 2 | |
| What you accustomed to | |
| Nigga this what a hustler do | |
| When Gonzoe and my niggaz lace ya crew | |
| Regime! Chorus Big Krizz Kaliko | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life Monsta Ganjah | |
| Regime the regiment | |
| Worldwide confederates | |
| Suspects and federates | |
| Villains, killers and terrorists | |
| Radicals individuals | |
| Money making material | |
| Underrated and hated | |
| But over time we made it | |
| And dedicated to get it | |
| To never sleep | |
| I hate it | |
| Forget about the bullshit | |
| These niggaz rather debate it | |
| On these streets is how | |
| I get it A fetish for living | |
| Hellish It' s talented how sell it | |
| Then cock it back and pull it | |
| I' m serious when | |
| I do it No it ain' t nothing to it | |
| Snatch ya chains | |
| Splatter brains | |
| Acting like they knew it | |
| Regime the new team | |
| Kill for the cash green | |
| Split spleens to crush dreams | |
| Empty out magazines | |
| Holla back to swallow stacks | |
| Treat ' em like dope fiends | |
| Anything you need | |
| I got I' ll be your first thing | |
| A hustler | |
| My nature, never to fall | |
| Regime ' til | |
| I die, throw slugs in ya jaw Dorasel | |
| Niggaz know me sell | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| I keep it tucked | |
| It' s the dirty sizzle | |
| Regime missle | |
| That' s what' s up | |
| Niggaz talk a lot of ruckus | |
| We fuckers | |
| Don' t wanna buck us | |
| I keep my niggaz dirty like truckers | |
| Nigga you heard me | |
| Been in the game pretendin for better | |
| Nigga whatever | |
| You fucking with a war nigga | |
| Yo fuck rappin, | |
| I' ll kill ya | |
| Dorasel' ll smack ya franchise | |
| Playa it' s over | |
| Snatch the | |
| Tec9' s from | |
| Yukmouth And blast gunshots back at ya | |
| Rover I told you | |
| I' m the dirtiest | |
| Him... and gettin' up the earliest | |
| Fuckin' wit' my street niggaz | |
| And white boys that' ll eat niggaz | |
| I don' t need a butcher to do my reppin | |
| I get mines with a heat nigga | |
| Pass by the spot wit' yo piece | |
| Smokin' a sweet nigga | |
| Business as usual | |
| We back up on the rocks wit' it | |
| I' m feeding my fiends | |
| I do it cuz my pops did it | |
| Still got the same heater | |
| My niggaz leaking shots with it ?? bitch ass | |
| So they can think my cock did it Grant Rice | |
| Regime! ' Til they slay me and they lay me | |
| Seize deep, pushin daisey' s in | |
| Hades Regime! ' | |
| Til the plate' s clean | |
| My brigade' ll swing a blade at the mainstream | |
| Until they pay me | |
| Regime! Until the | |
| Heavens fall | |
| A weapon' s kept in my drawers | |
| To protect the every cause | |
| I represent | |
| And every car | |
| Second of we' ll never fall | |
| Fo' the mumbles, sumble, crumble not! | |
| I' m a hustle mayan | |
| Turn the fuckin' crum into an oven bake cake | |
| Hey! Wait! | |
| No I' m not done | |
| So real and scary | |
| Military ' til | |
| I' m killed and buried wit' my shotgun | |
| I' m in it to menace | |
| And sinnin from minute to minute ' | |
| Til I finish, all riddled they gimmicks and image they mimic | |
| Specific I' ll slay them | |
| Stitch ' em and pitch ' em to the franchise | |
| Regime ride to empire | |
| Grant Rice! Chorus Big Krizz Kaliko | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life | |
| Yukmouth talking throughout the chorus | |
| Yea nigga! | |
| You can' t fuck wit us nigga | |
| Regime mobstaz, tatted with dragons and mashin' igga! Yukmouth | |
| The thug lord ayatollah ran wit' twelve disciples | |
| One hand held the | |
| Bible One hand held the rifle gunshot | |
| All hail my arrival | |
| From VL' s | |
| Disciples | |
| To Crips and | |
| Piru' s and rivals | |
| Run for survival | |
| It' s murderin' mayhem | |
| Them birds on the grayhound | |
| From the curb of they town | |
| Get served and sprayed down gunshots | |
| Pounds of | |
| Earth' ll break down | |
| The cops run a search and shake down | |
| Ever since | |
| I signed with my niggaz from | |
| HTown Prince | |
| J and stayed down | |
| Made me put them cakes down | |
| I run the | |
| Bay now Shake and break like earthquakes now | |
| And fuck hoes, ass up face down | |
| Regime rock throw backs gats | |
| Fitted caps and gats | |
| Jags, Benzes, | |
| Lex and A branch fell but the tree won' t fall | |
| We stand tall | |
| We gone ball | |
| This Regime bitch! Outro Big Krizz Kaliko | |
| Regime Mobstaz | |
| Regime Niggaz | |
| Regime Killers | |
| Regime Life 2x |
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