Regime Life nigga!

What!

Speak on it!Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne)

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Phats Boss (Phats Boss, nigga)

Gonzoe (Gonzoe)

L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin′ drugged out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out!

Balla position

Regime niggas fuck all of ya women draped up in linen

I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old

On some ′ol OshKosh B'Gosh shit

Toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it

Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin' around wit ounces in they pockets

Bitches jock it

We ridin Benz′s, ya′ll still drivin 50 rockets

Nigga don't knock it

But you need to stop it

Top notch shit

I used to cop bricks

Rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt

Pushin′ the five whip through the projects 'Til the led nine spits

Nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around with my shit

My click my crew nigga

That hard time shit

Criminal minded, posted on the grind shit

That cone silencer for one time shit

Turnin′ pounds into ashes

Drinkin' Cristal from the bottle

Fuck your glasses

Smokin′ Black-N-Milds to the plastic

The last trial was kinda drastic

Limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us

But you lost, you fuckin' bastard

I'm A-1 Yola just like the package

Delivered in triple wrappin′

Niggas get blasted and put in a casket

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, when they fuck with Yuk

Plus I got my own record label

So what the fuck is up?

When things is usual, we pop Christy

Just stack them Bentley′s

Your pockets empty pretending to be me

They name me Bossi

My whole click rich like we the Cosby's

Slippin′ costly

It's cut-throat, so fuck a softie

In hand to hand combat

You scared to bust back

And trust that

Call the Regime, we known to pull gats in black hats

Hop out the company truck

Give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate with 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 rough

Gang-banged and hand cuffed

Fightin′ thugs, 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

Findin′ my work for debt

EathPray it's my brother that′s kept

When you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some of that

We got it bundled up

Gimme my scratch

It's just my turn an I′mma take mine

Trap nigga don't get attached

Tryna soak up, listenin'

Tryna to locate my donuts an hit ′em

While we just got on fuckin up my business

Never finished

′Til we give up the plate

Extra innings

Swing for the fence

You think too little

Your world dance with mud puddles

My shit Evian, I love trouble

Start whisperin' with your hands wide open,

Watchin′ you huddle

Big every down

Everybody got guns, let 'em ring

You fuckin′ wit me, let's all go out with a bang

In this last day, this last hour

Kool-Aid chest cowards with they life in my hands set off the power

Lights out

Swiss cheese the whole house

With a gallon of gas to douse

Light a flame an flush ′em out

Every slug count

Miss an get your stripes took

Nigga this is real life with real names written in the black books!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin′ drugged out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin′ drugged out!

(Check it)

Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit

Tryin to touch a quick one, number one biscuit

Turn an 18 to a full 36, ain't jokin′, that's 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 skills beyond my record deal

And time will reveal whose really holdin' the skrill

Playboy ya lackin', ain′t touchin′ my tax brackets

You fuckin' wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar pocket

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 weapons

Spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab

Where illegal pharmaceuticals were sold

I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble

Then reassemble a semi-automatic pistol blind fold!

One-five-one

They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in a stay Beam

Never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline

Throwin′ up peace 'cause you know that I got you

Moolay kwa assalam rahmatuallahi wa barakatuh

Killa!

Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog!

57 venomous!

When I bust this shit 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

Fuck wit N9ne get snuffed out

Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe

An my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out!

Any nigga wit the Bombay

Never con-ways displayed

So-right, so-tight

New York niggas 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 legal a nigga, na drop illegala

I die a lil nigga

Leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer

Slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"

Ain′t nobody fuckin wit Regime, niggas

Bust gats at ya cats makin′ extreme figures

Get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin′ yo jaw

Fuckin' yo hoes, dawg

Lickin′ toes, balls

Makin' motherfuckin′ clothes fall

Oh! You motherfuckers don't know!

At the show you trippin', gotta go get the steel toe

To the brain nigga

Regime killas, keep the function poppin′

You really wanna know what time we leave, shit (umms)

Yes! Regime Killas, nigga!