Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out the Regime up in this bitch!
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.
real killas, and drug dealers affiliated wit Mobb niggas, and blood spillas put a slug through you tough niggas no Dragon tattoo on you, nigga niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff leave my competition ass froze enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then I unload.
Verse 2 *(Tech N9ne of the Regime)*
speakin the opposite of Carribean in Tropolis true clocker from welfare recipiants the way I spits ahead of my time give me a Billboard, an you bet I climb thug, makin you hug crutches stayin away from you nothin but bum bustas the empire is back an we bugged out Phats, Keke, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe an my nigga Yukmouth these bitches beggin me to come to Menage but Muslims hear us say, "hum to Allah" they fly, that's on the crew nigga you cannot block the Regime from makin knots, no matter what you do undercovers like Malik Yoba lyrically Nina's usin a force like Yoda!
Verse 3 *(Madd Maxx of the Regime)*
you cross the Regime, you get yo life took we get it fuck the good book true thug niggas that turned to real crooks robbin the microphone, you get yo brain shook I told ya we takin over soldier a sober niggas rollin Rover's me, Ke, Gonz, Yuk, Tech 9, an Phats on ya all ready wit the caulked gage, buggin out Oklahoma we drinkin 8-Balls until we fall out if you got a problem wit the Regime, your souls called out