[Intro: Yukmouth]
Thug Lord (Salute!)
Goodbye, bitch, aight, aight
We got a bitch ass n***a in our presence, a fuckin' imposter
Get yo ass up, n***a
What's up, n***a? You ain't no mothafuckin' made man
Money don't make you no made man n***a (Bitch!)
The mob make you a made man, you bitch
Now get on the floor, n***a

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
N***a, shank yourself, n***a, stab yourself
N***a, spray yourself, n***a, blast yourself
N***a's packed of wealth
Though, I come through fast and stealth
Your whole fuckin' stack get dealt
Now they on their self
Like mash to kill, blast to kill
Never try to graze n***as
Just 'cause you a paid n***a
That doesn't mean that you a made n***a, you gay n***a
I pay n***as, to spray n***as
Lay n***as down for the gray glitters
Send you to the grave digger
Ready to die, I ain't afraid, n***a
I make money, money never make n***as
I break n***as
Wake up with a .45 pointed in your face, n***a
Now where the safe, n***a?
I take your Rolex Honeycomb face out the safe
I gotta get my money on straight
This out the gate, these phony ass rappers is fake
About to hate, make a move out the state
Regime Killers about face, all hail the Thug Lord
Salute me, put 21 guns in the sky, n***a, bust yours
'Cause none of y'all n***as want war
Fake ass CB4, Gusto steal Yuk flow? what the fuck for?
When I walk, I scrape my knuckles across the ground
Guerilla walkin' across town, beatin' down Blood Hounds
Y'all n***as sound like Mystikal
Get some skills, thuggin' on wax?
I do this shit for real, bitch
[Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo]
You ain't a made man, you made yourself
Give that bitch a AK, let him spray yourself
Hey, a lot of n***as gettin' paid to wealth
Now they shit just stay on the shelf, spray yourself!
We made men, paid men, that made it all
Born to this shit, ready to ball, spray yourself
Grab the AK up off the wall, n***a
And stick the mothafuckin' tip up in your drawers
Just spray yourself

[Verse 2: C-BO]
Now who the fuck is these weak rappers
Actin' like they real, when they fake phony Cuban zirconia actors
The Mob father bringin' it real for all my mobsters
While other n***as in this game to win an oscar
Scared of monsters
Can't do a concert, unless they payin' they self
Can't get a real bitch, gotta lay yourself, hey, hey
Can't get the pussy, unless you payin' your wealth
You mothafuckas need to spray yourself, what, what
Heard Bossaline a major payin' you bid
Now we gon' see you on some murderous shit
Have you heard of this clique?
Thug Lord, Yukmouth, close the door
Lets take these toy soldiers to war
Remember back when you wasn't shit
At my hotel with the busses and shit
Gave me a hundred G's to bust on your shit
And I ain't touch the shit
Real n***as done had enough of this shit
Goin' platinum without a every n***a bumpin' your shit
Now tell me, weak n***a, how you do that there
Westcoast Mob Father, bitch, we don't care
You must of bought your own shit
To you, they shot your own shit
Came here without poppin' in your own diss, its on, bitch!
You must of forgot when I helped your ass out
Back when you was rollin' around town in a glass house
When I see you, I might light that ass up
So if you westbound, bitch, you best to gas up, ash up, bitch
[Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo]
You ain't a made man, you made yourself
Give that bitch a AK, let him spray yourself
Hey, a lot of n***as gettin' paid to wealth
Now they shit just stay on the shelf, spray yourself!
We made men, paid men, that made it all
Born to this shit, ready to ball, spray yourself
Grab the AK up off the wall, n***a
And stick the mothafuckin' tip up in your drawers
Just spray yourself

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
Alright, ready get set go, on your portion
I be startin' a war, so just watch
And park an Aston Martin in front of the mansion
Fuck apartments
Fuck that shit you talkin', bullshit be barkin'
I'm often smokin' blunts through my doobie in your coffin
Rap-A-Lot n***as boss ballin', shot callin'
They come to be the boss, my n***as all flossin'
So many loss ends, tryin' to keep up, sell Cheba
Next tell sellies a thousand Rap-A-Lot beepers
Smoke reefer, Regime Leader the prime suspect
Somethin' like Puff, but I got a new millimeter I ain't bust yet
It ain't a fine bitch, a senorita I ain't fucked yet
I pop X, I rub sex, they love this Thug shit
N***as say Yuk next to take the West over
The fuckin' best flower
Chronic catch and Sess smoker
The AK 47, Uzi, and Tec holder
I'm the n***a you been stressed over, or ain't get no rest over
N***a, wake up out a nightmare, screamin' with sweat on ya
Go to sleep with a vest on ya, 'cause I creep death on ya
Pull my Tec's on ya, hop on dubs and skate
Sincerely yours, the n***a you love to hate, little bitch!
[Hook: Yukmouth, C-Bo]
You ain't a made man, you made yourself
Give that bitch a AK, let him spray yourself
Hey, a lot of n***as gettin' paid to wealth
Now they shit just stay on the shelf, spray yourself!
We made men, paid men, that made it all
Born to this shit, ready to ball, spray yourself
Grab the AK up off the wall, n***a
And stick the mothafuckin' tip up in your drawers
Just spray yourself