Yukmouth feat. DMG & G Mone Ridaz Lyrics

Thugged Out: The Albulation Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Godzilla
  • 2 Do Yo Thug Thang
  • 3 City of Dope
  • 4 Thugged Out
  • 5 Ridaz
  • 6 Stallion
  • 7 Father Like Son
  • 8 Hater
  • 9 U Love 2 Hate
  • 10 Ice Cream Man
  • 11 It's in My Blood, Part II
  • 12 Still Ballin'
  • 13 Revelationz
  • 14 Rolex Rulez
    CD 2
  • 1 Sad Millionaire
  • 2 The Ballers Feud
  • 3 Pop Da Collar
  • 4 My Buddy
  • 5 Extortion
  • 6 Menage A Trois
  • 7 Falling
  • 8 Mackin vs Pimpin
  • 9 Gangsta Bitch
  • 10 Rap-A-Lot Mafia
  • 11 Sacrifice My Life
  • 12 Baller Mode
  • 13 Bumbell
  • 14 Secret Indictment
  • (Yukmouth)
    (Thug *****s throw yo turf in the air!)
    Smoke-A-Lot up in this *****!
    (Throw yo hood in the air!)
    A-G-2 the Ke, DMG, yes!
    Let's kick this anthem ****.

    Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
    All of my *****s Ridaz
    Small time grindas, pimps and big timers
    Whether it's heron or hemp wit China
    I'm not a ***** on the strip sellin' vagina.
    (Come on, come on)

    Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
    ***** I'm always into somethin'
    If I can't beat yo *** then I'm dumpin'
    Give a ***** the pumpkin head deluxe
    Then come back an shoot up they whole ****in' function
    We funkin' rootin'-tootin', smokin' on blunts wit skunk until a ***** malfunction
    Get in the coupe and punch it
    *****s be funkin' for nothin'
    ****in' the game, another ***** done lost his name for side bustin'
    Fire somethin' puffin
    I put it up in the air
    You *****s live to die hustlin', I'm ****in' wit playas from every where
    From Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
    I'm a thousandaire
    Mackin' *****es, draggin' em down the strip juss' by they hair
    Like "Oh dear!"
    Where the **** is money? Don't go there
    I leave yo *** stuck, hungry starvin' in the middle of no ****in' where
    I swear
    Cut off your privilege like welfare
    Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
    By the end of 9-8, hell yeah
    Then I'll be straight
    **** off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe
    Ridaz *****!

    *(Chorus)* 2x
    Verse 2 *(G-Mone of A-G-2-A-Ke)*
    Go inside the twitchin', missin', my mission I vision the hit
    Suckas keep watchin' yo mental mix is gettin' twisted
    Who is this? In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up
    Servin' rocks on the block till it get hot snitch we ridin' on ya
    ***** we Ridaz
    Remind ya that *****s high
    If I introduce you to the ditch, you don't want to die
    Is the hit
    Smoke, drank already lit
    Caulkin' my ****
    Who you think you ****in' wit?
    I said recognize the mutha ****in' Mobb hoe
    I don't know nothin', juss' heard poppin' by the door
    Who flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"
    By the ???
    Flippin' this A-G-2-A mutha ****in Ki'
    You best believe we rob yo spot
    Why not? We Rap-A ****in' Lot
    Owe us some paper
    There's no reason for us to not glock
    Posted wit yo mouth open hopin' that I don't squeeze
    Wit a swift chopped up to his knees
    Say where the cheese?
    We Ridaz!

    *(Chorus)* 2x
    Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
    I'm juss' a Y.G.
    Who snuck in the gamblin' shacks
    Scramblin' crack wit *****s who did more years than Geronimo Pratt
    Killas wit hands on they gats, mutha ****in' murder fo' hire
    Mobb attire, pupils dialated, ***** hog tied in barb wire
    Torture, squeeze a *****s nuts wit plyers
    Put his place on fire
    Then escape juss' like McGuyver wit the get-away driver
    Live and direct from the projects that be gated
    On some made ****
    Outlaw affiliated!
    He chose to spray wit gages
    Barricaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk
    *****s who like doe, I get paid off
    **** a write-off
    It's tax free money
    Deliver 'em a China up inside a Taxi honey
    Task be lookin' at me funny
    Know I'm a trigga happy, gats be hungry
    Barkin' on *****s like DMX
    Beat *****es like PMS
    And flee ridin' a BMX, flippin' GA checks at yo set
    Grab the promoter by his mutha ****in' neck
    Don't be fooled by the Rolex!

    *(Chorus)* 2x
    Verse 4 *(DMG)*
    Who in the mutha ****in' hell
    Nothin' but Regime Ridaz
    South side affiliated wit big timers
    Killers, who live in mansions off the water
    Lunitiks, shippin' in bricks after brick
    200 percent, pure snow white Coca-Cola
    Straight Yola all the way from the Bay to Minnesota
    What you know bout, this Face Mob rida
    Dumpin off on yo **** 4 and 5 timer
    Yuk, I think it's time we **** these mutha ****as up
    Show these mutha ****as up, straight up drama uncut
    **** they mamas
    They ****in' wit killas wit seven figgas
    Psychos, drinkin' the bottles of nitro
    Now it was Yukmouth
    That told me that
    He got "5 On It"
    And I believed that
    And now you
    Better believe it too
    ***** I will shoot
    Murder up you and you we Ridaz!

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