Thugged Out (feat. D-Tay) [club1825883]

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(feat. Regime)

Yo! Let's do this!
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Regime [bad word] 
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out
the Regime up in this bit*h!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out
first [bad word] act up, first [bad word] gettin drugged out.
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out
first [bad word] act up, first [bad word] 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, [bad word] no love from us
in thugs we trust
niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff
up yo nose
I f**k up yo flows
leave my competition as* 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 f**kas
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 [bad word] Yukmouth
these bit*hes beggin me to come to Menage
Trios
but Muslims hear us say, 'hum to Allah'
they fly, that's on the crew [bad word] you cannot block the Regime from makin knots, no matter what you do [bad word] ya black an blue [bad word] undercovers like Malik Yoba
lyrically Nina's usin a force like Yoda!

[Verse 3: Madd Maxx of the Regime] [bad word] this Madd Maxx
you cross the Regime, you get yo life took
we get it f**k 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
f**k 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 f**k you fake as* niggas who be plannin a plot
I take yo block over
wit the nitroglycerian rock
they got us f**ked up.

[Verse 4: Phats Bossalini of the Regime]
They got us f**ked up
I've been tough
since a young buck
nothin to prove
lots of pain plus some war cuts
it ain't [bad word]  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

f**k wit me
see these killas in mine
buildin this shrine
to feed these f**kin children of mine
uh
look in my eyes
as I bleed the Regime [bad word] (Regime [bad word]  Regime [bad word] 
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 [bad word] explicit lyrics an adult content
shot callas representin at all the major events
and gang bangin got the streets juss way too tense