Regime mobsters, Regime niggas, Regime killers, Regime life

Regime mobsters, Regime niggas, Regime killers, Regime life

Yo, yo, chill, 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

Yuckin' tech nigga, Godzilla and Mothra Try and stop the Regime killers, we'll cost ya

Pop the Glock to get the message across ya You niggas deserve an Oscar, playin' DACA

I'ma silence you niggas as if I was Hopkins and Foster

For Tupac, ya trapped nigga who shot ya Saw this bean light scream like Chewbacca

We got twats, unlock the tiny chatsa Mama say stop or I'm gonna tell papa

I rap bakwa, it's yabakwa Shit is gonna be a Slipknot synopsis

We Reign, just clock the choppa Tech is comin' way clean, if you ain't Regime

Then fuck ya

We the real street criminals, Regime generals Mashed for the most of weeks, settled for the

minimum Regime aligns 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 gon' crumble, platinum rappers are humbled

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 they mind on it, I don't hear no soul in it

They don't have they heart in it, we gon' put our all in it

It's a go -hard car, all we do is go hard Pop them chickens soft, but we let them go hard

Regardless who you are, we'll break you off a bar

Load up them hollows and discharge them in your car

It's Regime, nigga, and it gets us, bitch

The life of a gangsta, ice and big bangers The skyline changes, can't we live dangerous?

Fuck who you came with, this what a gang twist

Separate the raisin, nigga, from the nameless Hit him with the stainless, so he won't pay me

Speak that language, work them angles Y 'all get mangled, we street niggas

And once we spit, we sang you Real shit, I split your frame, dude

Have your name mixed all up with bad news What you tryin' to prove?

I'll blow you out your shoes You must got my team confused

We make the rules, break your face, then bust a tool

What you accustomed to? Nigga, this what a hustler do

When guns on my niggas, lace your boots

Regime, watch us Regime, make us

Regime, kill us Regime, life

Regime, the regiment Worldwide confederate

Suspects and veterans Villains, killers and terrorists

Radical 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

Only streets is how I did it A fetish for livin' hellish

To tell it and how I sell it To cock it, back it, pull it

I'm serious when I do it No inane, nothin' to it

Snap your chains and splatter brains Actin' like they knew it, the regime

Your new team, kill for the cash Green splits, cleans the crushed dreams

Empty our magazines Holler back and swallow stacks

Treat them like dope fiends Anything you need, I got it

I'll be the first thing A hustler, my nature

Never to fall Regime, till I die

Throw slugs in your jaw, yeah

Niggas know me, sell I don't give a fuck

I keep it tucked It's the Dirty Scissor Regime

This, 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 Begin the game, pretend deeper, better

Nigga, whatever You fuckin' with a war, nigga

Yo, fuck rappin', I kill ya Duracell, I smack your franchise

Player, it's over Snatch the check nine from your mouth

And put the plaque in your clover I told you I'm the dirtiest

Him gettin' up the earliest Fuckin' with my street niggas

And white boys that'll eat niggas I don't need a budget to do my work

And I get mines with the heat, niggas Pass by the spot with your peeps

Smokin' a sweet nigga Business as usual

We back up on the blocks with it I'm feedin' my fiends

I do it cause my pops did it Still got the same heat

And my niggas leakin' shots with it Hoes in your bitch ass so big

You think my cock did it Regime, so they slay me

And they lay me Stay steep, pushin' daisies in Hades

Regime, till the plates 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 every cause

I represent every core Second off, I'll never fall

Fold or fumble, stumble, crumble, knock I'm hustle made

Turn a fuckin' crumb into a oven -baked cake Hey, wait, no, I'm not done

So real and scary, military Till I'm killin' buried with my shotgun

I'm endin' to menace And sendin' from minute to minute

Till I finish, I'll rid of their gimmicks And mnmg mimic

Specifics, I'll slit em', stitch em' And pitch em' to the franchise

REGIME RIDE THE EMPIRE, RIP REIS

Regime Mobstar Regime Mobstar

Regime Mobstar Regime Mobstar

Regime Mobstar Regime Mobstar

Sublord, I ain't tolerant With 12 disciples

One hand held the Bible, one hand held the rifle

All hail my arrival, from VL's Disciples

To Crips and Pirules and Rivals

Run for survival, it's murder and mayhem

Them birds on the greyhound, from the curb to baytown

Get served and sprayed down

Hounds of herb to break down

The cops run a search and shakedown

Ever since I signed with my niggas from H -Town

Prince J and Stay Down

Baby put them case down

I run the bay now, shake and break like earthquakes now

Fuck hoes ass up, face dead

Regime rock, throw backs and gats

Fitted caps and gats

Jacks, bins and slacks and gats

The branch fell, but the tree won't fall

We stand tall, we gon' ball

This Regime, bitch

Regime mobsters, Regime niggas

Regime killers, Regime lies

Regime mobsters, Regime niggas

Regime killers, Regime lies