Krayzie Bone - Put It on Y'all (feat. Wish Bone) lyrics

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Krayzie Bone - Put It on Y'all (feat. Wish Bone) 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 n***as on high blocks Bustin back at the cops boy Can't stop me Im up in ya sh** 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 n***as And we come though wit real k**as On the road to this meal ticket My pistol is still wit me The lyrics is ill wicked Them n***as is still trippin And talkin sh** after this my n***a gon get up in that grill Hear me?! (chorus) Won't weep no mo Won't speak no mo Won't beef no mo Once we put it on yall Won't weep no mo Won't speak no mo Won't 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 dont f**k wit no b**h n***as 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 k**a Day time or at night When you kissin baby night night You can die (rock a by) Got thugs but they ain't need us We thugs for a f**kin reason Scuffed up F**ked up Leave em mud Thats how you gotta leave em Bodybags (trunk) Trash bags They pickin up the pieces n***as is hungry dog They flossin so get em yall Got b**hes that want it too Straight up thuggin to get you That Gucci that bling ooh Got em doing what n***as do They will murda yall Send em up in there and then we rush all yall Thats thugsta sh** Thas how we roll (chorus)

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