WC - Connectin' the Plots lyrics

[Intro: Layzie] Yeah, little Layzie Bone, WC (Dub, Dub-C!) Puttin it down from Northside Connects to the Westside (yeah) [WC] What's crackin ni'a? Runnin sh** for the 2000 (let's do this, yeah) [Chorus 2X: Layzie Bone] {+ ad libs} We creep creep creep and we crawl crawl crawl Ballin on all of y'all n***as heavy in the gaaaame And we connectin the plots, and we connectin the plots [WC] Move back homie - as I pump my Chevy up, mash and hit the gas Fly my bandana up outta the window and left her a** on the smash Maniac mission, dippin, screw-job intermission You're bangin for mine from the West to the East to the 9-9 Bow down bustas ain't no bannin me Now I'm back, and I'ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug Family Dub-C, C-Dub rippin, trippin, click-click I loaded the clip in with my eighty gauge twistin Got you b**h n***as ticked and move and walk up outta the kitchen Connect Gang and Mo Thugs, some real n***a collision Rollin 'til the wheels fall off, pullin my penis Throwin up the dub so much that I got atheritis in my fingers (Westside!) Ride and rhyme, and get her high with illegal thai so Peep this bread, y'all n***as don't want no parts of the "Ghetto Heisman" With them thangs in the dash, n***a we bang for the cash Steadily aimin for that a**, burnin them thangs when I blast n***a! [Chorus] [Layzie Bone] Give me some room Dub I'm fin' to swang on these n***as! You see the connection when I be flexin n***a better move in the other direction Choose your weapon and make a selection Cause n***a we runnin you outta your section Ain't no question, who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-C n***a we ride with the gangsta gangsta n***as, Cube and Eazy-E, E Better pump your fist and throw them dubs 'til they reach the sky Puttin it down 'til the day I die, you know I take a eye for a eye Smokin a lot to keep my mind steady, you n***as ain't ready For what I be bringin and ain't none of my crimes petty So n***a don't test me On the Westside I rides, in a lo-lo dippin them corners From the double-Glock to Watts, this sh** don't stop in k**afornia n***a I'm a - world wide baller call me the international Thug Makin it happen so n***a now what? n***a you know this nothin but love But this - game that we play in it's money, murder and mayhem We got rules and we gotta obey them, got dues and we gots to pay them Say them - n***as up the block, disrespectin your spot Hit 'em up with a tec and Glock cause n***a we connectin the plots [Chorus] [WC] Callin on them bangers, I'm gonna creep through all you haters No matter what you're thinkin, me and Layzie runnin the game And off the chain and swangin, I come ready to blast Clickin my pumps, smackin New Jack's a** Clippin doin leanest, my lo-lo's the cleanest There's no Cristal, just to toss canibal be legit to brain and I's jaded, the most hated, I can't be faded Dub-C and Layzie Bone the greatest, ni'a! [Layzie Bone] Burna and Dub you see ain't none of you fake n***as gon' trouble me You catch me in this century, gettin blew back off that bubbly We them, street motherf**ers who got some, big motherf**ers Playin for keeps motherf**ers, bringin the heat to you motherf**ers Breakin y'all, team motherf**ers every time we speak to y'all cowards Wettin you n***as down like showers, competition get devoured Sendin flowers to your momma, bringin the drama be the sh** Bringin that Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta gangsta sh** [Chorus] [Layzie Bone] + (WC) Tell 'em how it is big bruh We ain't holdin sh** back ("Thug By Nature", L-Burn) That's right (Dub-C the Ghetto Heisman) I'm rollin with the Ghetto Heisman, y'all n***as ain't ready for this [Chorus] [Outro: Layzie] + (WC) (L-Burn y'all) Shut these n***as down every time Y'all can't fu*k with my big brother Dub-C b**h! (L-Burn y'all, L-Burn y'all, "Thug By Nature") Uh-huh (y'all know what time it is) Yeah, n***a, ha