Yo! Let's do this!
(Uh oh, uh oh!)
(Uh oh, uh oh!)
It's Regime, nigga!
Regime! Leggo!
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga get drugged out
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga get drugged out
I do this for the real killas and drug dealers
Affiliated with mob niggas and blood spillers
Put a slug through you tough niggas
1-800 Thugs-R-Us
No dragon tattoo on you nigga, no love from us
In thugs we trust, niggas get rushed like hot butter snuff
Up your nose, I'll fuck up your flows
Leave my competition's ass froze
With tags on they toes, I'm as cold as Poconos
Enemies get tied to a pole, blindfold, you're not alone
Thugged out, my chopper's oblivion
Speaking the opposite of Caribbean
Necropolis, popping my zizzy and
Two clocking from welfare recipient
Top of a Christian, animalistic
Keep barking my race, Carissian
Jedi rhyme, the way I spit's ahead of my time
Give me a billboard and I bet I climb
You muh'fuckers, I love ruckus
Thug making you hub crush us
Singing away from you, nothing to bud busters
The empire is back and we bugged out
Fats, Keke, Max, Papa L, Cube, Gato and my nigga Yukmouth
These bitches begging me to come to my 'na
Say twa, when Muslims hear us they say Alhamdulillah
They fly, that's on the crew nigga
You cannot block the Regime from making
Knots no matter what you do nigga
You're black and blue nigga
Undercovers like Malik Yoba
Lyrically Nina's using the force like Yoda
Nigga this Mad Max across the Regime
You get your life took, we did it, fuck the good book
True thug niggas that turned to real crooks
Robbing the microphone, you get your brain shook
I told you we taking over soldier
A sober niggas rolling drovers
Me, Ke', Gon, Chuck, Tech N9ne and Fats on ya
Already went to Cali, A's brought you to Oklahoma
Fuck Coronas, we drinking 8-balls until we fall out
You got a problem with the Regime, your soul's called out
We all out for war, these niggas don't war no more
I'm taking off like Michael Jordan, I'm the first to score
So fuck you fake ass niggas who be planning to plot
I take your block off, with the nitroglycerin Glock
They got it fucked up, I've been tough since a young buck
Nothing to prove, lots of pain plus some war cuts
It ain't shit but a thing to me
Dangerously, I play the man you claim to be
Niggas strike back, gun fight we had to hike back
This is the fat scene, dreams like a fat cat
They wanna funk, we get dressed in black
Cock the strap, screaming Regime 'til they bust back
It's my assembly, I die you remember me
Tatted with dragons in a custom coffin Bentley
Simply, I'm down to blast so don't tempt me
I'm hella drunk and hella blown off the kenny T
Fuck with me you see these killers of mine
Building the shrine to feed these fucking children of mine
Uh, look in my eyes 'cause I bleed the Regime nigga
Half of the pie is what it'll take
No I never been to the Pen but I did a county lid
And I ain't dumb enough to speak on the dirt I did
Guess somebody caught the killers before the police did
Find 'em in the car leaking, slumped over with split wigs
Steady lyrics to spit, making sure the killers feeling my shit
Explicit lyrics and the dope content
Shot callers represented all the major events
And gangbanging got the streets just way too tense
I learned to deal with it, I'm in the fields
Windows tinted on my wheel with the steel in it
We deep off in it rolling real with it
Luxury lining, showcasing our diamonds
The benefits of a long time grinding
Enjoying the fruits of our labor
And brand new suits from our tailors
Some young players striving for greater
You know it's all bad, let's make it all good
Pushing the Cavi to touch the Navi with the leather and wood
It's Regime!
The hardest nigga from the O, my flow is certified
Theme music for organised, crime niggas that burglarise
Banks and murder guys for the pies, reach for the sky
Techniques like Robert De Niro when he, Falconized
No disguise, in the middle of the street
Buckin' at police, fuck a lease I got a range 4 G
With 12 open faced gold teeth
A Rolex piece, Cuban links, cross and bracelet
But that ain't shit, through leaving niggas naked
Taped up with they bitch in the basement
Where the safe is to base this
Cops raid it, they end up getting their fucking squad car grenaded
You won't blaze shit, I spit that nitroglycerin
That's smoother than a pair of new Cinnamon Timberlands
Get Benjamins, but me no P. Diddy
I'm from a city called Weed City
See these Regime niggas be with me
Fuck prestige, just Remy
True thugs do drugs and come up with hits like Jimi Hendrix
Shock the world like Snoop at No Limit
Yuck, signed to Rap-A-Lot
Yeah nigga, I ain't a player, I just mack a lot
Back the Glock, probably snatch your watch in the back of the lot
Keep my shit for underground, a frat rock
Jackpot, J struck it rich, hit the lottery
The top commodity, blood on my Wallabee's from robbing sprees
Rock Phat Farm with tats all on my arm
Bullet wounds like a nigga fresh back from 'Nam
Young nigga get your mask on
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