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Regime Mobstaz

Regime Niggas

Regime Killers

Regime Life

Yo, yo!

I’m a Regime original

My flow’s aqua

She give me yo' snaps

She give you more claps than an opera

Street Sinatra, here to tease the chakra

Yuk and Tech nigga, Godzilla and Mothra

Try and stop the Regime killaz will cost ya

Pop the Glock to get the message across ya

You niggas deserve an oscar, playin' doctor

I’ma silence you niggas as if I was? and?

For 2Pac ya dropped nigga who shot ya

Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca

We got twats on lock the tiny ??

My mom say stop or I’m gonna tell poppa

Tihs kcuf

Ya mock my

Shit is gonna be a slip knot?

We reign ??

Tech is coming way clean

If you ain’t Regime

Then fuck ya!

We the real street criminals

Regime generals

Mash for the most

And we sell it for the minimum

We Regime alliants

With appetites of giants

Hungry as some lions

We the kings of the jungle

Y’all don’t wanna step inside the ring in this rumble

Empires will crumble

Platinum rappers are humbles

Pissin' on you peasants

Whenever we make our presence

Original and authentic

Far from a gimmick

Suckers try and mimic

But they just can’t get it

No, they don’t have their mind on it

I don’t hear no soul in it

They don’t have they heart in it

We gone put a hole in it

To go hardcore

All we do is go hard

Cuts them chicken’s off

But we let 'em go hard

Regardless who you are

We will break you off a bar

Load off the hollows

Discharge 'em in your car

It’s Regime nigga

And it gets no bigger!

The life of a gangsta

Ice and big bangers

The skyline changes

Cat, we live dangerous

Fuck who you came wit'

This where the game twist

Seperate the Regime nigga from the nameless

Hit 'em with the stainless

Show 'em what pain is

Speak that language

Work them angles

Y’all get mangled

We street niggas

And once we spit we sayin' you (Come on!)

Real shit

I split ya frame du'

Have ya name all mixed up with bad news

What you tryna prove

I blow you out ya shoes

Y’must got my team confused

We make the rules

Break yo' face then bust the .2

What you accustomed to

Nigga this what a hustler do

When Gonzoe and my niggas lace ya crew

Regime!

Regime Mobstaz

Regime Niggas

Regime Killers

Regime Life

Regime the regiment

Worldwide confederates

Suspects and federates

Villains, killers and terrorists

Radicals individuals

Money making material

Underrated and hated

But over time we made it

And dedicated to get it

To never sleep I hate it

Forget about the bullshit

These niggas rather debate it

On these streets is how I get it

A fetish for living Hellish

It’s talented how sell it

Then cock it back and pull it

I’m serious when I do it

No it ain’t nothing to it

Snatch ya chains

Splatter brains

Acting like they knew it

Regime the new team

Kill for the cash green

Split spleens to crush dreams

Empty out magazines

Holla back to swallow stacks

Treat 'em like dope fiends

Anything you need I got

I’ll be your first thing

A hustler

My nature, never to fall

Regime 'til I die, throw slugs in ya jaw

Niggas know me sell

I don’t give a fuck

I keep it tucked

It’s the dirty sizzle

Regime missle

That’s what’s up

Niggas talk a lot of ruckus

We fuckers

Don’t wanna buck us

I keep my niggas dirty like truckers

Nigga you heard me

Been in the game ?? for better

Nigga whatever

You fucking with a war nigga

Yo fuck rappin, I’ll kill ya

Dorasel’ll smack ya franchise

Playa it’s over

Snatch the Tec-9's from Yukmouth

And blast *gunshots* back at ya Rover

I told you I’m the dirtiest

??? gettin' up the earliest

Fuckin' wit' my street niggas

And white boys that’ll eat niggas

I don’t need a butcher to do my?

I get mines with a heat nigga

Pass by the spot wit' yo piece

Smokin' a sweet nigga

Business as usual

We back up on the rocks wit' it

I’m feeding my fiends

I do it cuz my pops did it

Still got the same heater

My niggas leaking shots with it

?? bitch ass

So they can think my cock did it

Regime!

'Til they slay me and they lay me

Seize deep, pushin daisey’s in Hades

Regime!

'Til the plate’s clean

My brigade’ll swing a blade at the mainstream

Until they pay me

Regime!

Until the Heavens fall

A weapon’s kept in my drawers

To protect the every cause I represent

And every car

Second of we’ll never fall

Fo' the mumbles, sumble, crumble not!

I’m a hustle mayan

Turn the fuckin' drum into an oven vacade

Hey! Wait! No — I’m — not — done

So real and scary

Military 'til I’m killed and buried wit' my shotgun

I’m in it to menace

And sinnin from minute to minute

'Til I finish, all riddled they gimmicks and image they mimic

Specific I’ll slay them

Stitch 'em and pitch 'em ?? a franchise

Regime ride to empire

Grant Rice!

Regime Mobstaz

Regime Niggas

Regime Killers

Regime Life

Yea nigga! You can’t fuck wit us nigga

Regime mobstaz, tatted with dragons and mashin' - nigga!

The thug lord ayatollah ran wit' twelve disciples

One hand held the Bible

One hand held the rifle *gunshot*

All hail my arrival

From VL’s Disciples

To Crips and Piru’s and rivals

Run for survival

It’s murderin' mayhem

Them birds on the gray?

From the curb of they town

Get served and sprayed down *gunshots*

Pounds of Earth’ll break down

The cops run a search and shake down

Ever since I signed with my niggas from H-Town

Prince J and stayed down

Made me put them cakes down

I run the Bay now

Shake and break like earthquakes now

And fuck hoes, ass up face down

Regime rock throw backs ??? gats

Fitted caps and gats

Jags, Benzes, Lex and

A branch fell but the tree won’t fall

We stand tall

We gone ball

This Regime bitch!

Regime Mobstaz

Regime Niggas

Regime Killers

Regime Life