Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way Too Many, artist - Layzie Bone. Album song The Bone Collection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.01.2009
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
Way Too Many |
| Ooh that is funky, that’s funky |
| Like nine cans of baby powder, that’s funky |
| We run in yo' crib and we go in yo' pockets dawg |
| Y’all niggas ain’t ready for war |
| We been doin this shit since 'Pac and Eazy |
| Y’all better just open the door |
| Cause anything else’ll get you handled dawg |
| Might as well turn them cameras off |
| When Nationalville was lookin at y’all |
| I make it to where you can never floss |
| You niggas is soft and lame to me |
| Comin to change this industry |
| Back to the way it used to be |
| When niggas was really out runnin the streets |
| You niggas be practicin duck and hide |
| Killas be down for the buck and ride |
| I said what I mean, that’s from inside |
| Where the thug shit, will never die |
| I’m a thug, he a thug |
| Better show some love for the Thug Brothers |
| In the hood or in the club we the realest motherfuckers |
| You can meet meet meet, hit up Noble on the mobile |
| Forever we soldiers takin shit over |
| With a heater from your shoulder |
| Nigga we blowed up plus we older now |
| Seven figuers we hold it down |
| For my bigger brother on lockdown |
| Which one of you haters wanna clown? |
| Round for round, pound for pound |
| We puttin it down regardless mayne |
| L-Burna just came to spark the flame |
| Wonder how long we the hardest mayne |
| Now this is once said by my Thuggsta O. G |
| He said Stew Deez I love the haters cause they hatin on me |
| That’s when I learnt the game I got the fame, I brush these haters off me |
| Man I move so smooth cause I’m that dude, I’m a one man wreckin crew |
| There’s way too much drama, and not enough love |
| There’s way too many haters, and not enough thugs |
| There’s way too much drama, and not enough love |
| There’s way too many haters, and not enough thugs |
| Pay attention lil' nigga, you should hear this man |
| From a block entrepreneur, the businessman |
| We Thug Brothers, real niggas gotta feel this man |
| Outlawz, Lil' Layzie Bone killin it, damn |
| Young Noble I’m calm and casual, but don’t be fooled |
| By my attitude, I ain’t got nuttin to prove |
| I done been there and done that, went there to run that |
| Walk around lookin for anybody to gun at |
| A high school dropout but always passed |
| My street smarts had a nigga way ahead of his class |
| I’m ahead of my time, heavily with dead-ily rhyme |
| I steadily grind, bag it up, slangin them dimes |
| And I ain’t never been a jail nigga, you could tell nigga |
| I’m on the streets stackin bread for my bail nigga |
| I live my life with the Thug nigga until the day I die |
| Live my life as an Outlaw, believe I’m gettin high |
| Now you could get yo' walk on to this one here (yeah) |
| Throw that shit up, like you just don’t care |
| It’s the 'Lawz and Layzie and we, all hood |
| Comin with them thangs, we wish y’all would |
| All we ever had, was pieces of a dream |
| Tryin to, keep it straight, like creases on the jeans |
| Livin in the gangsta lean |
| Tryin to get enough cream to feed my whole muh’fuckin team |
| Now — as I sit back sippin this 'gnac |
| Tryin to figure out some mo' ways to get me the stacks |
| You ain’t gotta lie nigga, just give me the facts ho |
| Cause one way or another I’mma get what I ask fo' |
| Game recognize game and I got plenty |
| Switch the game on you lames when I show you the semi |
| Anytime, anywhere nigga I stay ready |
| Keep heaters on me heavy like a old school Chevy |