Put It On Y'all

Put It On Y'all Lyrics

(Krayzie)

We tha surviviors, the hustlers, thugsters, the riders

Rollin up on bustas surprise em

With guns and knuckles

They bound to get broken, buck 'em


Been down before thuggish ruggish
Come around on my muh f**kas

Only God keep it bumping lovely

This money do wonders fo me

You know me from Bone thugs,

So show me some Bone love

My roadies is strong nuff

Drink 40's and smoke blunts still,

I'm giving out shots to the thugs in the glock glock

To the niggas on high blocks

Bustin back at the cops boy,

Cant stop me

Im up in ya sh*t like paparazzi

Competition is sloppy

Yall position not even worthy

Got me pumpin',

Krayzie be bumpin',

Dumpin' the bloody body

Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue


We comin' to shoot up your posse (shoot up your posse)

We hit 'em with trill niggas,
And we come though wit real killas

On the road to this meal ticket

My pistol is still wit me
The lyrics is I'll wicked


Them niggas is still trippin

And talkin sh*t after this my nigga gon get up in that grill,

Hear me?!



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Wont weep no mo,
Wont speak no mo,

Wont beef no mo,

Once we put it on yall

Wont weep no mo,


Wont speak no mo,
Wont beef no mo,
Once we put it on yall




(Wish)

Need a reason to complete my mission,
10 years and they still listening


When you see me you know me

From the streets we don't f**k wit no b**ch niggas


Heads blown, heads gone,
If they steppin wrong we let 'em know

Straight from the do' jus where we coming from

Let it go and reload

If you need some mo

Let 'em know

Its Mo'


Get spit at
Or pull it no matter them thugs gon git wit cha killa

Day time or at night


When you kissin baby night night
You can die (rock a by)

Got thugs but they aint need us

We thugs for a f**kin reason

Scuffed up

f**ked up

Leave em mud

That's how you gotta leave em

Bodybags (trunk)

Trash bags


They pickin up the pieces
Niggas is hungry dog
They flossin so get em yall


Got b**ches that want it too

Straight up thuggin to get you

That Gucci that bling ooh

Got em doing what niggas do

They will murda yall

Send em up in there and then we rush all yall

That's thugsta sh*t

Thas how we roll



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