Yo! let's do this!   Uh!   Uh-oh, uh-oh!   Ha!   Uh-oh, uh-oh!   Ha!   Uh-oh, uh-oh!   Uh-oh, uh-oh!   Regime nigga!   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.      Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*      I do this for the   Real killas, and drug dealers   Affiliated wit mobb niggas, and blood spillas   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 whitend snuff   Up yo nose   I fuck up yo flows   Leave my competition ass froze   We tag on they toes   I'm as cold as pocinos   Enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then I unload.      Verse 2 *(tech n9ne of the regime)*      Thugged out   My choppers oblivion   Speakin the opposite of carribean in tropolis   Poppin my z-z in   True clocker from welfare recipiants   Type of a crispy   An anamalisitc tupac-er   My race caristian   Jedi rhyme   The way I spits ahead of my time   Give me a billboard, an you bet I climb   You mutha fuckas   I love rukus   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   A trios   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   Nigga   Ya black an blue nigga   Undercovers like malik yoba   Lyrically nina's usin a force like yoda!      Verse 3 *(madd maxx of the regime)*      Nigga this madd maxx   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   Fuck a corona   We drinkin 8-balls until we fall out   If you got a problem wit the regime, your souls called out   We all out for war   These niggas don't want no more   I'm takin over like michael jordan   An I'm the first to score   So fuck you fake ass niggas who be plannin a plot   I take yo block over   Wit the nitroglycerian rock   They got us fucked up.      Verse 4 *(phats bossalini of the regime)*      They got us fucked up   I've been tough   Since a young buck   Nothin to prove   Lots of pain plus some war cuts   It ain't shit, but a thang to me   Dangerously   I play the man you claim to be   Niggas strike back   Gun fight, we had to hype back   This is the phats see dream like a fat kat   They wanna funk, we get dressed in black   Caulk the strap   Screamin regime til they bust back   It's mobb-symboly, I die you remember me   Tatted wit dragons in a custom coffin bently   Simply   I'm down to blast so don't tempt me   I'm hella drunk, an hella blown off the geniti   Fuck wit me   See these killas in mine   Buildin this shrine   To feed these fuckin children of mine   Uh   Look in my eyes   As I bleed the regime nigga   (regime nigga, regime nigga)   Havin a pile of money machine.      Verse 5 *(poppa l.q. of the regime)*      No I've never been to the pen   But I did a county bid   An I ain't dumb enough to speak on the dirt I've did   Guess somebody caught the killer before the police did   Find him in the car leakin from dope over split wigs   Deadly lyrics to spit   Makin sure the killas feelin my shit   Explicit lyrics an adult content   Shot callas representin at all the major events   And gang bangin got the streets juss way too tense   I learned to deal wit it   I'm in the fields, windows tinted on my wheel wit the steel in it   We keep puffin an rollin real wit it   That jury linin, showcasin our diamonds to benifits   Of a long time grindin, enjoyin the fruits of our labor   And rented suits from my tailors   Some young playas, strivin for greater   You know it's all bad   Let's make it all good   Pushin the cavvy to touch the navvi wit the leather an wood   It's regime nigga!      Verse 6 *(yukmouth)*      The hardest nigga from the "o"   My flow is certified theme music for organized crime   Niggas that burglurised banks, and murdered guys for they pies   Reach for the sky   Techniques like robert deniro in "heat"   Karl kani's   No disguise, in the middle of the street   Buckin at police   Fuck police   Got a range rove jeep   Wit 12 open faced gold teeth   A rolex piece   Cuban links, crops, an bracelets   But that ain't shit, to leave a nigga naked, duct taped wit they bitch   In the basement   Where the safe is?    Big faces   Cops raided, but ended up gettin they fuckin squad car grenaded   You want blazed shit?    I spit the nitroglycerian   That's smoother than a pair of new cinnamon timberlands   Get benjamin's   But be no p diddy   I'm from a city called weed city   See these regime niggas be wit me   Fuck christy juss remmy   True thugs do drugs an come up wit hits   Like jimmi hendricks   Shock the world like snoop at no limit   Yuk signed to rap-a-lot, yeah nigga   I ain't a playa, I juss mack-a-lot   Pack the gat   Tryin to snatch yo watch in the back of the lot   Keep my shit for underground fragment rock   Jackpot j struck it rich hit the lottery   The top comidity   Blood on wallet be from robbin sprees   Rock phat farm, wit tats all over my arm   Bullet wounds like a nigga fresh back from nam   Yo nigga get yo mash on. (echos out)      *(talking)*      [how old were you, mr. washington when you hit the streets permanatly? ]      Maybe 10.      [how did you live? ]      I became a runner.      [a drug runner.]      That's right.      [could you give us a description of how you lived, the next few   Years.]      I kinda moved up. I lived where the money goes. then I got busted, 2 and   1/2 in ? ?       [and when you got out.]      I got a piece of turf to myself. took it. one block at a time. nobody   Stopped me.