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Yo! let's do this! |
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Uh! |
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Uh-oh, uh-oh! |
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Ha! |
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Uh-oh, uh-oh! |
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Ha! |
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Uh-oh, uh-oh! |
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Uh-oh, uh-oh! |
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Regime nigga! |
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Throw up yo hands if you thugged out |
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The regime up in this bitch! |
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Throw up yo hands if you thugged out |
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First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out. |
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Throw up yo hands if you thugged out |
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First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out. |
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Verse 1 *(yukmouth)* |
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I do this for the |
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Real killas, and drug dealers |
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Affiliated wit mobb niggas, and blood spillas |
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Put a slug through you tough niggas |
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1-800-thugs-r-us |
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No dragon tattoo on you, nigga |
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No love from us |
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In thugs we trust |
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Niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff |
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Up yo nose |
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I fuck up yo flows |
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Leave my competition ass froze |
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We tag on they toes |
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I'm as cold as pocinos |
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Enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then i unload. |
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Verse 2 *(tech n9ne of the regime)* |
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Thugged out |
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My choppers oblivion |
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Speakin the opposite of carribean in tropolis |
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Poppin my z-z in |
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True clocker from welfare recipiants |
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Type of a crispy |
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An anamalisitc tupac-er |
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My race caristian |
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Jedi rhyme |
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The way i spits ahead of my time |
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Give me a billboard, an you bet i climb |
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You mutha fuckas |
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I love rukus |
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Thug, makin you hug crutches |
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Stayin away from you nothin but bum bustas |
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The empire is back an we bugged out |
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Phats, keke, maxx, poppa l.q., gonzoe an my nigga yukmouth |
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These bitches beggin me to come to menage |
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A trios |
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But muslims hear us say, "hum to allah" |
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They fly, that's on the crew nigga |
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You cannot block the regime from makin knots, no matter what you do |
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Nigga |
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Ya black an blue nigga |
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Undercovers like malik yoba |
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Lyrically nina's usin a force like yoda! |
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Verse 3 *(madd maxx of the regime)* |
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Nigga this madd maxx |
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You cross the regime, you get yo life took |
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We get it fuck the good book |
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True thug niggas that turned to real crooks |
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Robbin the microphone, you get yo brain shook |
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I told ya we takin over soldier |
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A sober niggas rollin rover's |
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Me, ke, gonz, yuk, tech 9, an phats on ya |
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All ready wit the caulked gage, buggin out oklahoma |
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Fuck a corona |
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We drinkin 8-balls until we fall out |
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If you got a problem wit the regime, your souls called out |
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We all out for war |
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These niggas don't want no more |
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I'm takin over like michael jordan |
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An i'm the first to score |
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So fuck you fake ass niggas who be plannin a plot |
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I take yo block over |
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Wit the nitroglycerian rock |
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They got us fucked up. |
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Verse 4 *(phats bossalini of the regime)* |
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They got us fucked up |
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I've been tough |
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Since a young buck |
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Nothin to prove |
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Lots of pain plus some war cuts |
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It ain't shit, but a thang to me |
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Dangerously |
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I play the man you claim to be |
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Niggas strike back |
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Gun fight, we had to hype back |
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This is the phats see dream like a fat kat |
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They wanna funk, we get dressed in black |
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Caulk the strap |
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Screamin regime til they bust back |
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It's mobb-symboly, i die you remember me |
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Tatted wit dragons in a custom coffin bently |
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Simply |
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I'm down to blast so don't tempt me |
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I'm hella drunk, an hella blown off the geniti |
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Fuck wit me |
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See these killas in mine |
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Buildin this shrine |
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To feed these fuckin children of mine |
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Uh |
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Look in my eyes |
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As i bleed the regime nigga |
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(regime nigga, regime nigga) |
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Havin a pile of money machine. |
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Verse 5 *(poppa l.q. of the regime)* |
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No i've never been to the pen |
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But i did a county bid |
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An i ain't dumb enough to speak on the dirt i've did |
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Guess somebody caught the killer before the police did |
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Find him in the car leakin from dope over split wigs |
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Deadly lyrics to spit |
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Makin sure the killas feelin my shit |
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Explicit lyrics an adult content |
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Shot callas representin at all the major events |
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And gang bangin got the streets juss way too tense |
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I learned to deal wit it |
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I'm in the fields, windows tinted on my wheel wit the steel in it |
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We keep puffin an rollin real wit it |
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That jury linin, showcasin our diamonds to benifits |
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Of a long time grindin, enjoyin the fruits of our labor |
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And rented suits from my tailors |
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Some young playas, strivin for greater |
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You know it's all bad |
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Let's make it all good |
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Pushin the cavvy to touch the navvi wit the leather an wood |
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It's regime nigga! |
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Verse 6 *(yukmouth)* |
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The hardest nigga from the "o" |
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My flow is certified theme music for organized crime |
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Niggas that burglurised banks, and murdered guys for they pies |
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Reach for the sky |
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Techniques like robert deniro in "heat" |
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Karl kani's |
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No disguise, in the middle of the street |
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Buckin at police |
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Fuck police |
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Got a range rove jeep |
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Wit 12 open faced gold teeth |
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A rolex piece |
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Cuban links, crops, an bracelets |
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But that ain't shit, to leave a nigga naked, duct taped wit they bitch |
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In the basement |
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Where the safe is? |
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Big faces |
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Cops raided, but ended up gettin they fuckin squad car grenaded |
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You want blazed shit? |
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I spit the nitroglycerian |
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That's smoother than a pair of new cinnamon timberlands |
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Get benjamin's |
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But be no p diddy |
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I'm from a city called weed city |
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See these regime niggas be wit me |
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Fuck christy juss remmy |
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True thugs do drugs an come up wit hits |
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Like jimmi hendricks |
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Shock the world like snoop at no limit |
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Yuk signed to rap-a-lot, yeah nigga |
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I ain't a playa, i juss mack-a-lot |
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Pack the gat |
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Tryin to snatch yo watch in the back of the lot |
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Keep my shit for underground fragment rock |
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Jackpot j struck it rich hit the lottery |
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The top comidity |
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Blood on wallet be from robbin sprees |
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Rock phat farm, wit tats all over my arm |
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Bullet wounds like a nigga fresh back from nam |
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Yo nigga get yo mash on. (echos out) |
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*(talking)* |
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[how old were you, mr. washington when you hit the streets permanatly?] |
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Maybe 10. |
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[how did you live?] |
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I became a runner. |
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[a drug runner.] |
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That's right. |
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[could you give us a description of how you lived, the next few |
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Years.] |
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I kinda moved up. i lived where the money goes. then i got busted, 2 and |
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1/2 in ?? |
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[and when you got out.] |
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I got a piece of turf to myself. took it. one block at a time. nobody |
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Stopped me. |