| Yeah
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| L-Burna
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| In the lab, cookin' up some more of that dope shit
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| That Hi Power Mo Thug shit
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| You know what it is
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| Chorus: Layzie Bone
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| You know what I’m reppin', East 1999
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| We be Mo Thugs and we ain’t hard to find
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| It’s Cleveland love, unless you cross the line
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| Don’t fuck with you squirrels, cause it’s a waste of time
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| This bottom line
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| You know what I’m reppin', East 1999
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| We be Mo Thugs and we ain’t hard to find
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| It’s Cleveland love, unless you cross the line
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| Don’t fuck with you squirrels, cause it’s a waste of time
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| It’s just a waste of time
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| Bring only the real, and never the fake
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| It’s all about money, so I paper chase
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| I’m all in the grind, I’m pushin' my line
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| Like all of the time, and I don’t take a break
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| Since I’m a go-getter, I stay where the ballers at
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| Ain’t nothin' else making no sense/cents
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| Hangin' with
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| Nan broke niggas, man
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| You a fuck around to be the tip
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| Layzie ain’t havin', I rather battle back
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| Blow big as I roll in my Cadillac
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| Them 22″ went to spinnin'
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| When it’s my only option, as a matter of fact
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| I crept and I came, ain’t no turnin' back
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| Too deep in the game, don’t settle for less
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| Guess you could say, your boy been blessed
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| No time for the nigga that’s full of that stress
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| Test me if you wanna, dawg
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| I’m tellin' you that it’ll be the wrong move
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| When the Mo Thug Soldiers run up on you
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| What the fuck you gon' do
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| Them niggas gon' bow down
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| When I go to wildin' out
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| I’m bringing the raucous, you niggas can’t touch us
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| I come with a thousand styles
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| We niggas just don’t know how
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| L-Burna be flippin' the flow
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| I’m flippin' the game, I’m flippin' the script
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| Well really, I’m flippin' my dough
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| My money keep coming in stacks
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| Now watch how it pile on
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| Y’all niggas keep comin' up short
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| And my shit is a mile long
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| Repeat Chorus
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| You know what
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| I’m reppin' this Cali southern side
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| H.P.G. |
| til the day that I die
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| 213, East 99
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| Ese, so don’t fuck with mine
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| Putting it down when I’m busting these rhymes
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| Came up short, sellin' nickels and dimes
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| Flipped it to some legal, dawg
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| So now, I’m ballin' at the time
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| Chrome wheels spinnin', live in sin and smokin', grinnin'
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| Walkin', limpin'
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| Eses out runnin' that blue, it’s true when I’m crippin'
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| Not slippin'
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| I’m reppin' that trece
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| Puttin' it down, for all of my gente
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| Criminal with Layzie Bone
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| With Mr. Capone-E, que te parese
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| I’m livin' flawless to lawless
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| Since the day of my birth
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| I’m squeezin' my life, for all that it’s worth
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| Before I’m leaving this earth
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| I’ve learn that capital lies
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| See, I built an enterprise
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| Fools be hittin' to see some Latinos
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| Comin' up on the rise
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| For me, I’m not trippin', I’m focused
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| On stacking these economics
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| Travel in U.S.A
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| Distributin' all this product
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| And this some uncut
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| Stompin' you out like UFC
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| Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, connected with H.P.G
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| And others perpetrate with me, you see, I’m talkin' fast
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| You could check the streets about me, check about my fuckin' pass
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| You see, your Criminal’s true
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| You see, your Criminal’s real
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| You run up on the Criminal
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| Watchin' Criminal, bust a steel
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| Repeat Chorus
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| From the L.A. county line, to the East 99
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| California thugs tug
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| All up in your ride
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| Bullets gonna fly, do or die, while I plot
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| Another homocide on the big bad boy side
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| Eazy E, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls
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| Hi Power Gangsters, we seen it all
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| Got it all, behind the all
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| Fuck around, get around, we above the law
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| Shit goes down, in the county of Downey
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| It’s bad with a AK-47
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| Once again, it’s on, it’s on
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| Hi Power kills 187
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| We ride the best from the west
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| Mister pulling the one homie on a Notorious vest
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| Chin check shit went flesh
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| Leave a bullet, motherfucker start getting dope
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| Neck
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| Ha ha, got the evil laugh for a Joker
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| Smoke you suckers, cause we some crazy mother, fuckers
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| Ridin' and dippin'
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| Dippin' and we trippin'
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| We keep all of our weapon, motherfucker, we the best in
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| Bone Thugs
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| Fuck clubs
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| Puff on, that purple kush
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| Just one look at a groupie, leave 'em shook
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| Motherfucker, give it up, fuck George Bush
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| We ridin' dirty, why you stuck, on that hate vibe
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| Chrome, get it on with Layzie Bone
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| Motherfuckers all turn to fucking shine
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| Repeat Chorus |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Ain't Hard to Find , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album Thugz Nation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп