歌手:Yukmouth
专辑:《Thug Lord: The New Testament》

作曲 : Bankoudagba, Dean, Ellis ...
I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, *******, lay low [ Phats Bossi ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you *******s
Paint a vivid-ass picture,
Boss spittin the scriptures
*******, I'm
Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline
What what,
I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted with dragons till
I fall, givin ******* to y'all
In this pitfall
I'm on the grind for mine
My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pu*******n with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure when we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me,
Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie [ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop *******s, spillin they brains, rollin with hot *******s
Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us
Straight up, get razorblade-cut for ****** with us
Regime superiors,
Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your *******t imperial, kill *******s' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya,
Mad Max the
High Priest
I got some real killer mutha*******as behind me
And I be obviously on top of things
With the Regime
I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, *******s ain't never heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin *******s in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real *******s for thug music
So peep game and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the flame
Regime [ CHORUS ] [ Tech N9ne ]
Regime Killer number one,
I'm back up in this ******* with
Yukmeez On the payroll so
I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos
Tech N9na ???? great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, ******* please
Awfully sick, he tryin to *******, so off with his *******
Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his ******* in a box of chocolates and walk in his *******p
Talk to his ******* and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss (He bows down)
You get ????
N9ne ???? (We wild now)
You wanna rewind mine,
I'm prime time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a ******* back
So I ????
Saafir and tellin me ???? get his *******t back
Off with their heads, let them hang high
Caught in their beds, let it ???? die
Tech Neen,
I'm a fiend for strings by
Mike Dean
For the green
I damage spleens, then
I scream "Regime!" [ Poppa LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand
A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to
Cali and rob nobody
Cause gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya down regardless who you are
*******t, we make a livin out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty's a plague,
I rob before
I beg But you don't expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to steal and break a law
You need not worry 'bout me,
I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl before
I walked but now
I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my ******* on em
It's time for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers ???? start declinin [ Governor Matic ]
Yuk threw me on part 2
Regime Brick
City *******s mobbin when we come through
*******, the
Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up
Funk Doc,
Diesel Don, yo, them *******s even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine
Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold up
Confiscate drugs, *******s' mouths get taped up
Kids get draped up and ******* up-slapped the make up
Then I take up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?
*******, don't play dumb,
I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up
Used to drink ******* tea, now my *******t robust
Now hold up, car patrolled up
It was 12
Outsidaz in a two-door
Toyota We splatter brains over crack *******
In the court we still came to pay
Judge Mills
Lane *******, it's not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressin
Like you was strippin down on
Western Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll [ CHORUS ]
Regime Life, *******s
Thug rituals
Regime Life
Thug Lord
Regime Life, ******* [ Yukmouth ]
Now where them toy soldiers at?
There they go, right chea
Get them *******, kill them *******s, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at?
There they go, right chea
Keep them *******, kill them *******s, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin
Basketball ******* that got dropped from the
Raptors I spit in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and wrap ya, boy ???? and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy,
I hate Master
P like Pastor
Troy Shame on that ******* for tryin to steal a name from a *******
Ice Cream
Man put flames to a *******
I figured by now that ******* done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that *******t
But until then
I'm killin that *******
All you got is
Snoop Dogg and
Mystikal in your click
And all them other mutha*******as are like
Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this *******t, "******* Yuk, I ain't feelin his *******t' But ******* you too, you fell off and I'm still in this ******* Willing to rip the ****** head off a villain that's sick My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again ******* gold, ******* platinum, *******, I did that *******t In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't *******t *******s go triple platinum, *******, do some amazin *******t Some eyebrow-risin *******t and quit hatin, ya ******* How the ******* you a mack when you beat down hoes? At videos give a bad-ass ******* a bloody nose *******, the studio in compton I put you on in '84 You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with ****fiend flows Broke mutha*******a out livin on skid row *******, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O This year them *******-ass *******s gon' get theirs You swingin from my *******, why you down there smell my ******* hairs Ya ******* And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya *******-ass ******* Longevity that, huh ******* [ CHORUS ] Regime Life, ******* Ya *******!