(feat. Gonzoe, Bossi, Poppa L.Q., Yukmouth)
Regime nigga! What! on it! 9!(Tech 9!) Uh. Phats (Phats Boss) (Gonzoe) L.Q. (L.Q.)!
[Chorus: Bossi]
Throw up yo if you Thugged Out! nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out! Throw up yo hands if you Out! First act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
[Verse 1:
position Regime niggas all'a ya women draped up in linen I spit this fly since I was 5 years old on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in pockets bitches it we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 don't knock it but you to stop it top shit I used to cop it up an chop like La-Bobbitt pushin the 5 whip through the til the led 9 spits you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit my click my nigga hard time shit criminal minded, posted on the shit cone silencer for one time shit turnin, into ashes drinkin from the bottle ya glasses smokin Black-N-Milds to the the last trial was kinda driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us BUT YOU LOST YOU BASTARD! I'm A-1 Yola juss like the in triple wrappin niggas get an put in a casket ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they wit Yuk plus I got my own record SO WHAT THE IS UP!
2: Phats Bossi]
When things is usual we pop an stack Bentley's ya empty pretending to be me they name me my whole click like we the Cosby's costly it's cut-throat so a softie in to head combat you to bust back an trust call the Regime we known to pull gats in hats hop out the truck give a fuck, fill my cup an wit Yuk now we grown ups rock alligators an slow cuts like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched I was raised banged an hand cuffed fightin [?] showin my guts, flexin my nuts me my 'Uervo flip work like we was Trader Joe's Cisco optimo, now X-O my [?] for death pray it's my brother that's when you owe, pay ya debt an we can it some?
[Verse 3:
We got it up gimme my it's my turn an I'ma take mine nigga get attached tryin to soak up, tryin to locate my an hit 'em while we juss got on up my buisness finished til we give up the innings swing for the you think too your world wit mud puddles my shit Evian, I love start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you big down got guns, let 'em ring you fuckin wit me, all go out wit a bang in this day, this last hour kool-aid chest cowards wit life in my hands set off the power out [?] the whole wit a gallon of gas to light a flame an 'em out slug count miss an get stripes took nigga is real life wit real names written in the black books!
Throw up yo if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first gettin drugged out! Throw up yo if you Thugged Out! First nigga act up, first nigga gettin out! I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!) First nigga act up, first gettin drugged out! I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!) First nigga act up, first nigga gettin out!
[Verse 4: L.Q.]
(Check it) Ever since I was a youngsta wit this slick shit tryin to touch a one, number one? turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't thats how we did it we was natural born wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist got ya life in my pocket an more than on my wrist I got my degree in the of S.C. wit gettin paper, an started investin in me utilized my hustle skills beyond my deal and time will reveal whose really holdin the ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets you fuckin wit thugs, wit some multi-million dollar? an if on an crackin then my reaction is clappin is you gon' make it happen or is ya cappin? Ya get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin spent years over the in a mini-factory lab where pharmaceudicals were sold I was probably 10 years old when I learned to then reassemble a semi-auto pistol blind fold!
[Verse 5: Tech
(1-5-1) They call me Regime, cuz I'm way in stay Beam live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline throwin up cuz you know that I got you [?] but I cop too Killa! Rogue Dog! Dog! 57 venomous! When I bust this got a gang of criminals feelin us I'm from Waymeyer the same pain caine grinda wit a stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa? fuck wit N9ne get out Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out! Any nigga wit the never con-ways so-right, New York say be John Blazed I to the ringa scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry wit desert eagle, meezle a [?] a nigga, a a? I die a lil leave 'em wit a 30 drummer slit ya throat then we skip out, "I What You Did Last Summer" aint nobody wit Regime niggas bust gats at ya cats makin figures get ready for the Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw fuckin yo dog toes, balls makin fuckin clothes fall OH! You mutha dont know! At the show you trippin, gotta go get the toe to the brain REGIME KILLAS keep the poppin you really wanna what time we leave, shit...? YES! KILLAS... NIGGA!