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