C-Bo - Thug Lordz lyrics

[C-Bo] C'mon n***as Yeah The Thug Lordz in this b**h Get up... salute n***a, 21 salute n***a holla.. THUG... LORDZ! n***as that ride or die for their coast, n***a Yeah, put ya head to the street Put ya head to the street n***a, holla...holla THUG... LORDZ! Thug Lordz in this b**h Regime n***as West Coast Mafia n***as Yeah, untouchable n***as man C'mon n***as, C'mon n***as. Ha [Verse 1: C-Bo] Check, my Uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo I'm King Tut of the hood Cuz everytime I drop a record dog sh** I bring it to the gut of the hood An I ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smith & Wesson pressed in pause All these f*ggot a** rappers keep yappin they jaws Yeah they the sh** cuz when they see me they just crap in they drawers Yeah that n***a 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a b**h An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys Heard he copped his rims and Big O Tires in the hood Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali No Glocks and Sigs, just lots of pigs Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's Yeah you f**in wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the bricks Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon [Chorus: C-Bo] THUG... LORDZ! Gettin this money like a motherf**er ready for war We'll never snitch Never flip Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to Hit when we dip they holla.. THUG... LORDZ! Gettin this money like a motherf**er ready for war We'll never snitch Never flip Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to Hit when we dip they holla.. [Verse 2: Yukmouth] Yeah.. If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head 'specially a b**h n***a that talk to the feds 'specially a b**h n***a that walk wit the feds To award shows cause n***as bout to toss him some lead You n***as think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business We the realest from the Gardens to the Village Make the hardest n***as feel this Make the Sergeant want to k** us Regardless Godzilla will murda you n***a I twist ya cap like a Schlitz malt liquor for that slick talk n***a If ya n***a gang bang, don't crip walk n***a Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka We the only Thug Lordz b**h After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war b**h That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted You lucky I wasn't on Face sh**, I woulda destroyed it You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale The T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D'z holla.. [Chorus] THUG LORDZ! Gettin this money like a motherf**er ready for war We'll never snitch Never flip Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to Hit when we dip they holla.. THUG LORDZ! Gettin this money like a motherf**er ready for war We'll never snitch Never flip Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to Hit when we dip they holla (they holla)