Buddha Monk - L.A.D. (Lay A n***a Down) lyrics

[kung fu sample] I came from a wealthy family I joined the Clan, because, I wanted to learn a special kung fu To be a real expert, and an actual fact I've just become a k**er, k**ings, that's all I know d**h, everyday, another, but when Lee Ho died And for the first time, I felt it pricked my conscience And to hide to that one, we k**ed again First Wan Fa, and then Ling Kong (You just asked me, when will it end? Well let me tell you, once an evil deed is done Then it never ends, it goes on, and it will go on forever) [Intro: Buddha Monk] Uh-uh, it's the Z-U, Brooklyn Zu We still one fam, this for my n***a Dirt Dog Straight like this, n***a [Buddha Monk] This one here is for you fake rap Pica**o's Living the lie, so, I hope your a** die slow Couldn't connect blows, if you knew Tae Bo Couldn't smoke on me, even if I was hydro So why so, test those who may die slow Cuz right now you living the impossible So dream on it, while my peeps scheme on it Then lean on it, yo we deeper than Green Hornet Who want it? That Brooklyn Zu sh**, we on it The murderous type flows, that move when the night glows One false move, n***a, eliminate all flows Better Duc-Lo, my four-four, make big holes And I ain't mad, cuz you living all lights out Spending all your money and your wife is all piped out Lights out, damn, right, we live the trife route Might die one day, but living for right now [Chorus 2X: Buddha Monk] You wanna beat the game? (Swing those things, those big things) You want a fancy car? (Bust ya gun for who you are) Go head, if he's bad (Paint the town red) Go head, get the cash (leave you all dead, L.A.D. n***a) [Buddha Monk] Now it be just like us, and guns we will bust All hail Brooklyn, but f** Babylon It's the street code of silence, can't help that it's violent Johnny co*k the nine, lay that a** down two times What's yours is yours, what's, mines is mines That's bullsh**, don't let me sneak that a** from behind We those who creep, catch you in a deep sleep Meat the grym reap, here to settle all your beefs, n***a [Chorus 2X] [Buddha Monk] I am what I am, and my gun is my right man But that don't mean, that you sleep on the left hand Ask the last man, who tried to make a stand Shake the right hand, but rough 'em with the left It's the fat Al Pacino, making you lean slow While we grow, ya'll n***as who know sequels Riddle me this, riddle me that, I got the gat Throw all your valuables, I got my eye on you We do this sh**, while we Remy, hear me piss Pack with two clips, and then a knuckle twist So don't miss, as we journey the new trip To duck all rivals that smell when they snipin' you [Chorus 4X] [Outro: Buddha Monk] 2G, uh, uh, Agent Stealth, Mr. Tibbs Babyface Fensta, Buddha Monk, Drunken Dragon 12 O'Clock, Shorty sh**stain, Merdoc The last warriors, the last mohicans Zoo Keeper, Dutch Masta, K-Blunt, let me smoke some of that sh**