S.I.M.O.NSays

*(Yukmouth)* Regime Life nigga!! What! Speak on it! Tech 9!(Tech 9!) Uh. Phats Boss (Phats Boss) Gonzoe (Gonzoe) L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)! Chorus *(Phats Bossi)* 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)* Balla position Regime niggas f**k all'a ya women draped up in linen I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'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 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never f**k around wit 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 f**k ya gla*ses smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic the last trial was kinda drastic limo driver got his a*s kicked, tryin to sue us BUT YOU LOST YOU f**kIN BASTARD! I'm A-1 Yola juss like the package delivered in triple wrappin niggas get blasted an put in a casket ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they f**k wit Yuk plus I got my own record label SO WHAT THE f**k IS UP! Verse 2 *(Phats Bossi)* When things is usual we pop Christy an stack them Bentley's ya pockets empty prete