Poppa LQ - Thugged Out lyrics

[Intro: Yukmouth] Regime Life n***a!! What! Speak on it! Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne) Uh Phats Boss (Phats Boss) Gonzoe (Gonzoe) L.Q. n***a (L.Q.) [Chorus: Phats Bossi] Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First n***a act up, first n***a gettin drugged out! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First n***a act up, first n***a gettin drugged out! [Verse 1: Yukmouth] Balla position Regime n***as f** all'a ya women draped up in linen I spit this fly sh** since I was 5 years old On some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh sh** Toss ya b**h, keep it top secret, lock it Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets b**hes jock it We ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets n***a don't knock it But you need to stop it Top notch sh** 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 n***a you rhyme sick, but you could never f** around wit my sh** My click my crew n***a That hard time sh** Criminal minded, posted on the grind sh** That cone silencer for one time sh** Turnin, pounds into ashes Drinkin Cristal from the bottle f** ya gla**es Smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic The last trial was kinda drastic Limo driver got his a** kicked, tryin to sue us BUT YOU LOST YOU fu*kIN ba*tard! I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package Delivered in triple wrappin n***as get blasted an put in a casket Ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they f** wit Yuk Plus I got my own record label SO WHAT THE fu*k IS UP! [Verse 2: Phats Bossi] When things is usual we pop Christy An stack them Bentley's Ya pockets empty pretending to be me They name me Bossi My whole click rich like we the Cosby's Slippin's costly It's cut-throat so f** a softie In head to head 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 f**, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk Now that we grown ups Rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts Juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched I was raised ruff Gang banged an hand cuffed Fightin [?] 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 d**h Pray it's my brother that's kept When you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some [?] [Verse 3: Gonzoe] We got it bundled up Gimme my scratch It's juss my turn an I'mma take mine Trap n***a don't get attached Tryin to soak up, listenin Tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em While we juss got on f**in up my buisness Never finished Til we give up the plate Extra innings Swing for the fence You think too little Your world dance wit mud puddles My sh** Evian, I love trouble Start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle Big every down Everybody got guns, let 'em ring You f**in wit me, let's all go out wit a bang In this last day, this last hour Kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power Lights out [?] the whole house Wit a gallon of gas to douse Light a flame an flush 'em out Every slug count Miss an get your stripes took n***a this is real life wit real names written in the black books! [Chorus] Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First n***a act up, first n***a gettin drugged out! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out! First n***a act up, first n***a gettin drugged out! I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!) First n***a act up, first n***a gettin drugged out! I can be a villian if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!) First n***a act up, first n***a gettin drugged out! [Verse 4: Poppa L.Q.] (Check it) Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick sh** Tryin to touch a quick one, number one ??? Turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it We was natural born chemists Ballin wit 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 concreate of S.C Comprised wit gettin paper, an started investin in me Utilized my hustle sk**s beyond my record deal And time will reveal whose really holdin the skrill Playboy ya lackin, ain't touchin my tax brackets You f**in wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar [?] An if it's on an crackin then my reaction is clappin Is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin? Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin max ??? Spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab Where illegal pharmaceudicals were sold I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disa**emble Then rea**emble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold! [Verse 5: Tech N9ne] 1-5-1 They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam Never live in no day dream, b**h n***as wear Maybelline Throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you Moolay kwa a**alam rahmatuallahi wa barakatuh k**a! Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog! 57 venomous! When I bust this sh** got a gang of criminals feelin us I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinda Wit a scripta Stickin out like a skin head at a bar mitzvah f** wit N9ne get snuffed out Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe An my n***a Yukmouth, Thugged Out! Any n***a wit the bombay Never con-ways displayed So-right, so-tight New York n***as say be John Blazed I been to the ringa Scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer Wit desert eagle, tech meezle A [?] a n***a, a drop a [?] I die a lil n***a Leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer Slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer" Ain't nobody f**in wit Regime n***as Bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures Get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw f**in yo hoes dog Lickin toes, balls Makin mutha f**in clothes fall Oh! You mutha f**as dont know! At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe To the brain n***a REGIME KILLAS keep the function poppin You really wanna know what time we leave, sh**.... [?] YES!! REGIME KILLAS.... ni**a!!!