作曲 : Ellis, Vest [Chorus] Thug Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, ****** (Bust Yours) All my ******z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords) ****** that cross me, his ass gon die, my ****** (Bust Yours) Them ******z (Want War) [Verse 1] I'm glad you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven J., you better tell these ****** peasants, you wet me, you get wetted Even your ****** ______, get detted Fake ass synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, take all your letice I got a six-million dollar fetish, that's what it takes to build me I know you wish some ******z peel me, and drill me You better pay a ****** to peel me, and kill me Fill me 'til the *******t the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me Spot a ****** out like Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me My spare time, I rhyme, drink Remy, load up the semi I was born to slap the *******t out of macks, take their ****** Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique A smilie face ain't *******t, if you got Yuk in your mouth My **** in your mouth, how does it feel to get ****** in your mouth? ******z ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house Starvin', broke as ****** in the apar******ent, stuck in the south I'm weighed out, ******z some where in Germany, burnin' ****** Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin' Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my *******t's sore as steel I'm real, like Slim Shady, ****** quit ignorin' skills I kill, ******z better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill But all you mutha******az, I'm the illest ******, I feel ****** a record deal, the game is fake My ****** Coolio said "****** 'em", start sayin' names and dates Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder" This time, my *******t hit like thunder, in the Hummer, ******, the MOB took me under Try'na be mack ******z, stay your ass in Atlanta Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer ******z dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my *******t Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my *******t" Ain't that a ******? [Chorus] Thug Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my ****** (Bust Yours) All of my ******z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords) The ****** that cross me, his ass gon die, my ****** (Bust Yours) Them ******z (Want War) [Verse 2] If them ******z ain't down wit gettin' cream, ****** 'em And if them ******z ain't down wit the Regime, ****** 'em, I rush 'em Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em I never trust them, ****** I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em And ****** 'em off in the game like so Nobody _____, ****** wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro My main o**ective: "Take this ****** over" They gon make me vice president before this ****** over Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down Make you exit out of town, who got the best *******t now? ******, you know your ass was in Tha Row, what side you on? That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone ******, (ha ha ha ha) Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)
作曲 : Ellis, Vest [Chorus] Thug Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, ****** (Bust Yours) All my ******z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords) ****** that cross me, his ass gon die, my ****** (Bust Yours) Them ******z (Want War) [Verse 1] I'm glad you said it, now you old ass rappers gon get it Been in the business twenty seconds, held down eleven J., you better tell these ****** peasants, you wet me, you get wetted Even your ****** ______, get detted Fake ass synthetic, poetic emcees get shredded Styles pathetic, I move to Texas, take all your letice I got a six-million dollar fetish, that's what it takes to build me I know you wish some ******z peel me, and drill me You better pay a ****** to peel me, and kill me Fill me 'til the *******t the empty, play it filthy, put a hundred slugs in me Spot a ****** out like Spuz Mc Kenzie, the thug is in me My spare time, I rhyme, drink Remy, load up the semi I was born to slap the *******t out of macks, take their ****** Run up in their studio, duct tape their clique A smilie face ain't *******t, if you got Yuk in your mouth My **** in your mouth, how does it feel to get ****** in your mouth? ******z ridin' Bentley's, your artist stuck in the house Starvin', broke as ****** in the apar******ent, stuck in the south I'm weighed out, ******z some where in Germany, burnin' ****** Learnin' these foreign languages, tourin' Allways performin' like Laryn Hill, my *******t's sore as steel I'm real, like Slim Shady, ****** quit ignorin' skills I kill, ******z better stop smokin fry, and poppin' pills, I drill But all you mutha******az, I'm the illest ******, I feel ****** a record deal, the game is fake My ****** Coolio said "****** 'em", start sayin' names and dates Make 'em hate the "One Hit Wonder" This time, my *******t hit like thunder, in the Hummer, ******, the MOB took me under Try'na be mack ******z, stay your ass in Atlanta Old ass rappers, make Oakland look bad like Hammer ******z dissin Yuk, sayin' they don't like my *******t Then turn around and say "Yuk, help me write my *******t" Ain't that a ******? [Chorus] Thug Lords Holdin' the chopper in the sky, my ****** (Bust Yours) All of my ******z, they down to ride for the (Thug Lords) The ****** that cross me, his ass gon die, my ****** (Bust Yours) Them ******z (Want War) [Verse 2] If them ******z ain't down wit gettin' cream, ****** 'em And if them ******z ain't down wit the Regime, ****** 'em, I rush 'em Aim at their limosine, buck 'em, I never loved 'em I never trust them, ****** I crush 'em, old antiques I dust 'em And ****** 'em off in the game like so Nobody _____, ****** wit my flow, not even you stole my hydro My main o**ective: "Take this ****** over" They gon make me vice president before this ****** over Beware of the Ayatolla, come and shut you down Make you exit out of town, who got the best *******t now? ******, you know your ass was in Tha Row, what side you on? That's why I'm doin' my next song with Eightball and Bone ******, (ha ha ha ha) Thug Lord (ha ha ha, yes)
