Do Yo Thug Thang - Yukmouth, Outlawz

We got to get the niggas that runnin' out of here

So that’s what we do

Let the gone, now

Now we got One Nation

With Greg Nice, Buckshot, Smif-N-Wessun

Smif-N-Wessun, Melle Mel, Scorpio, The Luniz

Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, Me, Scarface, Kokane

Bone Thugs, Spice 1

All of 'em on my shit

One Nation

And it’s just to hit my nation

All the real niggas that I recognize in the game

Outlaw

With that mutherfucking nigga Yukmouth

Doin' that shit for Rap-A-Lot

So grap your gat a lot, nigga

Young niggas on the rise, motherfucker

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Nigga this is war

We get the shit together right now, nigga

After midnight

This full pound gon' make some sound, nigga

Kick in the door

I throw your wife on the couch

I put my dick in her mouth

And put that shit in and out

Outlaw no doubt

Ha, what you don’t talk some shit

Ha, what make Napolean flip

I blow your

Backbone to your motherfuckin' lap hoes

If you wig it, I’ma take it down

Who do you, gotta stay low

Ha, make a move, nigga

When your sure improved, nigga

Outlaw soldier

Take it to school, nigga

We rule nigga

Have it

Will rap about your gat or won’t you grab it

Feelin' hot like a weapon

Gettin' 16 for my automatic

Thugged out to the overdoses

You niggas got to sell 'em some shit

You probably thought you could leave quick

It ain’t happenin' bitch

It’s hard to get mob on mine

Outlawz my spine

It ain’t hard to find

But get ya, and lay low

And get ya pis by the dough

I keep my shit on cock, cause Makaveli said so

I keep my shit on cock, cause Makaveli said so

If you

Got to get your money on

From night till mo'

You better

Then do yo thug thang

If you

Buy Chronic by the zone

Then get yo smoke on

Then do yo thug thang

If you

Resign the streets

Because you love to bang

Then do yo thug thang

If you

Don’t give a fuck about life

I lost my family twice

So I’ma

Then do you thug thang

I been what is know as a bandit

You better hand it over

If you wanna see your grandkids

I don’t give a fuck

Cause Makaveli planned it

But when it’s said and done

In the streets

We can handle it

Do yo thug thang, o really

You don’t wanna see me silly

With fully loaded 9 milli

When it get to spittin'

You gon be sittin' me

I’m makin' you ass history

I’m the epidemy of everthing you fear

Crystal clear

Pistol there

In the air

I hit you there

Hit you there

Then I’m out of here

With your Cartier

And your hottie head

Between knees

I got on the clean knees

You ain’t see no

Thugs like these

With slugs like these

We rush tightly

All in together now

Makin' it mo better now

Layin' competitors down

Ahead of you now

Superial style

Grand imperial thug world

I’m rougher for rhyme

I had you wanted for mine

While I’m gunnin' for mines

Thought it was gone, but still on

We commin' to town

You rainin', clickin' niggas

That will see us, man

But if you think

You can’t do yo thug thang, nigga

Fuck You

Fuck the Outlawz

Fuck the Regime

NIGGA

If you ain’t

Lovin' this thug shit

You must be a bitch

Can’t compete with the bricks

All the drugdealers rich

Or try to get in

Try to hustle and pear

Walkin' up and down block all day

'till the rest of the fiends get here

A bitch named Tarifa

She owned 300 thugs

On a nigga to hold her beaver

From the blow I fronted

And do yo thug thang

Rappin and fightin' drugs slang

I can blast you with one hand and have you

Losin' your brain

Abusin' the game

So now you’re in danger

Lyrically I ruin your name

And keep one in the chamber

Nasty new street slugger

Catch you with a boxcutter

Used to fight with my brother

And run the spot with my mother

You get after, ask her quick

And shit blast the bitch

Fuckin' around with this Outlaw shit

Get your thug on niggas

Ha, then do yo thug thing

Niggas used to hit me up

Till they see that fuckin' Regime

Stick me up, up in the sky

Firebreatin' dragon

Niggas bout to die

Niggas feel like Armageddon

When I be headin'

And wait niggas up at they own wedding

With they own weapons

Counterfessons

Ghetto lesson number one:

Never try to go to war without your gun

Niggas get done

Since I quit fuckin' with Num

I did once like Big Pun

Off the books

Have your body in a coffin up

Nigga I’m off the hook

Like a phoneless chuck

That burned out

Thugged out and turned out

Set that motherfucking perm out your head

Niggas dead

If you ain’t Regime, or Outlaw

Kiss the ring

I do my thug thing without y’all

Matter of fact

I gives a fuck about y’all

Put a nigga up in a ho

Just like a ground hole

Thanks of the Hounddogg

They finally found y’all

Leavin' on your face

And about 12 motherfuckin' bodies

Hangin' around y’all

I do my thug thang

Dopin' in and out of lanes

And I must thank

Tats on my arm

I better ring the fuckin' alarm

Or be the first that get mashed on

Nigga, do yo thug thang

Uhhh