| Unload the barrel and blast
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| I’m puttin lead in yo’motherfuckin ass
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| I’m broke as fuck in this life that Im livin in
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| I’m watchin niggaz bubble an the jealousy is kickin in I wanna pull licks but that jelousy don’t fit me let’s bet on the set, I’m a vet runnin from Fifty
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| It spell out, so I’m a post to the fullest
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| Only servin then, the Ice Cream Man is out again,
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| It’s jealous niggaz on the lurk still
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| We had a treaty, so now they goin back on they first deal
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| (Awww now they ready to put the lead on ya how would you like it if a nigga was broke an came fed on ya!!!)
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| That’s why I’m still on my P’s an Q’s, readin fools
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| I’m known as a shista deceivin fools, (see quit pagin me!!)
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| snoopin around found trouble, fo tryin to fuck up a niggaz bubble
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| don’t bubble mo than he got
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| cuz now he know that if he get rid of you
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| then that’s more cash in the pot
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| I got a rival now,
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| tha turf is showin what it’s worth
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| I gotta pack a gat fo survival now
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| they juss won’t let me be, all I can be, so all I can see
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| is victory, I’m struggle master, so the doo-doo that you do will only make me wanna bubble faster
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| no party-poop cuz this troop came fed-eral
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| slappin hoes in they neck juss to let em know
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| it’s all clear now why
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| it’s so hard to say goodbye
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| you broke, I’m gettin high
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| don’t make me put the lead on ya Here I come, I’m outta jail, fresh in the air
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| nigga need a come up, so nigga didn’t care
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| so let me think, nigga, I need to pick up pace
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| nigga need a lick, nigga need no safes, so ah let me get straight down to business
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| I need me some distance to run when I carry gun
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| an I’m a be like quick on my feet
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| you try an be a hero
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| my nine milli, you an me an even if you’re the chief of police
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| nigga you will still catch some heat
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| cuz I’m juss… one of the killaz in the town
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| a niggaz know they call me Dru mutha fuckin Down
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| so homie step back, this is a jack
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| nigga make a move an that ass will get jacked
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| because I’m loaded, I’m loaded off the dank-quid
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| an Jackie you will get me high juss fo free see
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| juss call me… S-I-C-K
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| I love to kill fo play
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| cuz like Cube it was a good day
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| an I’m a be like strictly on my Q’s, P’s an Q’s
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| I’m puttin quarter holes in fools
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| so don’t you even fuck wit my rep
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| my rep’s too big
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| an leavin you diggin fo days
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| an I’m a get ya nigga if I want ya I got a gun you run nigga
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| I’m a pop ya because I’m broke I need to fill me some ends
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| give me yo pocket book so I can break it in
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| I goes to Wells Fargo, Bank of America
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| an if your a woman, don’t think I still won’t put the lead on ya BEEITCH!
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| Hell yeah I’m on welfare, G-A checks
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| keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin vet on the set
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| let, my mail stretch an gets up to even the point where my bitch be choppin zips up I whips up the cream
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| twenty-eight grams on the triple beam
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| chefs hittin clean, how much clean?
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| four-fifteens, an the zap-co
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| the rap-go slip an made a weak move
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| don’t sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool
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| but ain’t no Bonnie an Clyde nigga
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| cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an slide nigga
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| I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo cuz bein broke is the worst thang
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| check this out man, cuz you know I ain’t that type niggie
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| I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie
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| dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot
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| no shot, I mean it’s so hot, I’m snatchin hella face from the block
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| I got the glock
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| sixteen on my waist juss incase
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| never hit 6−8's, know the haters at the gate
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| when I shake the dice-a, nother one bites the dust
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| they mad as fuck gettin struck by the shista
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| I shoulda known, cuz rule number one
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| never roll craps wit some niggaz from a track you ain’t from
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| they young an claimin they broke, but they forgotten
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| that I got they mail, an I can tell they plottin
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| but shhhhitt, they’ll get licked like a popsicle
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| don’t fuck around an get sent to the hospital
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| lil niggaz think they slick, but they already sawin
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| popin at y’all takin raw shit
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| let me raise up from these cowards turf
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| yeah, cuz lil do they know what’s below the Eddie Bauer shirt
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| niggaz mean muggin me but what that do
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| I’m a soldier til it’s over
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| 6−5 on my tattoo punk
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| so if you want funk you be a dead homie
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| cuz I be down if you pull a 2-elev homie
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| now all the niggaz gettin lit up I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up cuz I’m a put the lead on ya punk ass nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put The Lead On Ya (featuring Dru Down) (Feat. Dru Down), artist - Luniz. Album song Operation Stackola, in the genre Поп