"Thugged Out" lyrics
(feat. Gonzoe, Phats Bossi, Poppa L.Q. & Yukmouth)
[Yukmouth:]
Regime Life nigga!
What!
Speak on it!
Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne)
Uh
Phats Boss (Phats Boss)
Gonzoe (Gonzoe)
L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)
[Phats Bossi:]
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!
[Yukmouth:]
Balla position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old
On some 'ol OshKosh B'Gosh shit
Toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around with ounces in their pockets
Bitches jock it
We ridin Benzes, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
Nigga don't knock it
But you need to stop it
Top notch shit
I used to cop bricks
Rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
Pushin the 5 whip through the projects 'til the led 9 spits
Nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around with my shit
My click my crew nigga
That hard time shit
Criminal minded, posted on the grind shit
That cone silencer for one time shit
Turning pounds into ashes
Drinkin Cristal from the bottle
Fuck ya glasses
Smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic
The last trial was kinda drastic
Limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
But you lost you fuckin bastard!
I'm A-1 Yola just like the package
Delivered in triple wrappin
Niggas get blasted an put in a casket
Ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck with Yuk
Plus I got my own record label
So, what the fuck is up!?
[Phats Bossi:]
When things is usual we pop Christy
An stack them Bentleys
Ya pockets empty pretending to be me
They name me "Bossi"
My whole click rich like we the Cosby's
Slipping's costly
It's cut-throat so fuck a softie
In hand-to-hand combat
You scared to bust back
An trust that
Call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats
Hop out the company truck
Give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate with Yuk
Now that we grown ups
Rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts
Just like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised ruff
Gang-banged and hand cuffed
Fightin thugs always showin my guts, flexin my nuts
Hand me my 'Uervo
Flip work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
Optimo, now it's X-O
Fightin my [?] for death
Pray it's my brother that's kept
When you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some [?]
[Gonzoe:]
We got it bundled up
Gimme my scratch
It's just my turn an I'mma take mine
Trap
Nigga don't get attached
Tryin to soak up, listenin
Tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em
While we just got on fuckin up my business
Never finished
'Til we give up the plate
Extra innings
Swing for the fence
You think too little
Your world dance with mud puddles
My shit Evian, I love trouble
Start wisperin with ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
Big every down
Everybody got guns, let 'em ring
You fuckin with me, let's all go out with a bang
In this last day, this last hour
Kool-Aid chest cowards with their life in my hands set off the power
Lights out
Swiss cheese the whole house
With a gallon of gas to douse
Light a flame an flush 'em out
Every slug count
Miss an get your stripes took
Nigga this is real life with real names written in the black books!
[Phats Bossi:]
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!
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!
[Poppa L.Q.:]
Check it out
Ever since I was a youngsta been with this slick shit
Tryin to touch a quick one, number one biscuit
Turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin that's how we did it
We was natural-born chemists
Ballin with this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
Got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the concrete of S.C.
Comprised with getting paper, an started investing in me
Utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal
And time will reveal whose really holding the skrill
Playboy ya lacking, not touching my tax brackets
You fuckin with some thugs, with some multi-million dollar backing
If they saw me cracking then let your gat get to clapping
Is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya better get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributing [?]
Spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab
Where illegal pharmaceuticals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
Then reassemble a semi-automatic pistol blind folded
[Tech N9ne:]
1-5-1
They call me "Regime", 'cause I'm way clean, you the state Beam
Never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
Throwin up peace 'cause you know that I got you
Moolay kwa assalam rahmatuallahi wa barakatuh
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinder
With the scripture
Stickin out like a skin head at a bar mitzvah
Fuck with N9na get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
And my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga with the Bombay
Never con-ways displayed
So-right, so-tight
New York niggas say be John Blazed
I been through the ringer
Scrapping like I was a guest on Jerry Springer
With a Desert Eagle, Tech Neezle
Illegally leaking, I drive illegal
I die illegal nigga
And leave 'em with a 30-round drummer
Slit ya throat then we receive a note sayin', "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
Ain't nobody fuckin with Regime niggas
Bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures
Get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
Fuckin yo hoes dog
Lickin toes, balls
Makin motherfucking clothes fall
Oh! You motherfuckers don't know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
To the brain nigga
Regime killers keep the function poppin
You really wanna know what time we leave, shit.... Atems
Yes!
Regime killers.... nigga!
Regime Life nigga!
What!
Speak on it!
Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne)
Uh
Phats Boss (Phats Boss)
Gonzoe (Gonzoe)
L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)
[Phats Bossi:]
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!
[Yukmouth:]
Balla position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old
On some 'ol OshKosh B'Gosh shit
Toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around with ounces in their pockets
Bitches jock it
We ridin Benzes, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
Nigga don't knock it
But you need to stop it
Top notch shit
I used to cop bricks
Rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
Pushin the 5 whip through the projects 'til the led 9 spits
Nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around with my shit
My click my crew nigga
That hard time shit
Criminal minded, posted on the grind shit
That cone silencer for one time shit
Turning pounds into ashes
Drinkin Cristal from the bottle
Fuck ya glasses
Smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic
The last trial was kinda drastic
Limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
But you lost you fuckin bastard!
I'm A-1 Yola just like the package
Delivered in triple wrappin
Niggas get blasted an put in a casket
Ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck with Yuk
Plus I got my own record label
So, what the fuck is up!?
[Phats Bossi:]
When things is usual we pop Christy
An stack them Bentleys
Ya pockets empty pretending to be me
They name me "Bossi"
My whole click rich like we the Cosby's
Slipping's costly
It's cut-throat so fuck a softie
In hand-to-hand combat
You scared to bust back
An trust that
Call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats
Hop out the company truck
Give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate with Yuk
Now that we grown ups
Rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts
Just like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised ruff
Gang-banged and hand cuffed
Fightin thugs always showin my guts, flexin my nuts
Hand me my 'Uervo
Flip work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
Optimo, now it's X-O
Fightin my [?] for death
Pray it's my brother that's kept
When you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some [?]
[Gonzoe:]
We got it bundled up
Gimme my scratch
It's just my turn an I'mma take mine
Trap
Nigga don't get attached
Tryin to soak up, listenin
Tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em
While we just got on fuckin up my business
Never finished
'Til we give up the plate
Extra innings
Swing for the fence
You think too little
Your world dance with mud puddles
My shit Evian, I love trouble
Start wisperin with ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
Big every down
Everybody got guns, let 'em ring
You fuckin with me, let's all go out with a bang
In this last day, this last hour
Kool-Aid chest cowards with their life in my hands set off the power
Lights out
Swiss cheese the whole house
With a gallon of gas to douse
Light a flame an flush 'em out
Every slug count
Miss an get your stripes took
Nigga this is real life with real names written in the black books!
[Phats Bossi:]
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!
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!
[Poppa L.Q.:]
Check it out
Ever since I was a youngsta been with this slick shit
Tryin to touch a quick one, number one biscuit
Turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin that's how we did it
We was natural-born chemists
Ballin with this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
Got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the concrete of S.C.
Comprised with getting paper, an started investing in me
Utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal
And time will reveal whose really holding the skrill
Playboy ya lacking, not touching my tax brackets
You fuckin with some thugs, with some multi-million dollar backing
If they saw me cracking then let your gat get to clapping
Is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya better get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributing [?]
Spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab
Where illegal pharmaceuticals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
Then reassemble a semi-automatic pistol blind folded
[Tech N9ne:]
1-5-1
They call me "Regime", 'cause I'm way clean, you the state Beam
Never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
Throwin up peace 'cause you know that I got you
Moolay kwa assalam rahmatuallahi wa barakatuh
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinder
With the scripture
Stickin out like a skin head at a bar mitzvah
Fuck with N9na get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
And my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga with the Bombay
Never con-ways displayed
So-right, so-tight
New York niggas say be John Blazed
I been through the ringer
Scrapping like I was a guest on Jerry Springer
With a Desert Eagle, Tech Neezle
Illegally leaking, I drive illegal
I die illegal nigga
And leave 'em with a 30-round drummer
Slit ya throat then we receive a note sayin', "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
Ain't nobody fuckin with Regime niggas
Bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures
Get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
Fuckin yo hoes dog
Lickin toes, balls
Makin motherfucking clothes fall
Oh! You motherfuckers don't know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
To the brain nigga
Regime killers keep the function poppin
You really wanna know what time we leave, shit.... Atems
Yes!
Regime killers.... nigga!
