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