L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE

L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE - Murder lyrics

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Nigga! I step in this bitch

And commence to get live, niggaz they know

When that nigga Layzie be ready to set off the ride

Surprise, nigga I'm cockin the fo'

You cocky with flow, you gotta go

Still in the show and my rhyme is my ammo

My life is the barrel and it's lettin it loose

And I'm playin you pussies like fuckin pianos

You niggaz can't handle what I've got to offer

Life is a gamble, I'm bettin you softer

You claimin you ridin but we know you walkin

Run around town doin nothin but talkin

Yup, they wanna take you serious

It ain't no bass in your voice, it ain't clear enough

They don't feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it

But on the contrary, I'm the realest realest, realest of all

Runnin the game, I'm runnin it all

Layzie been about love, Layzie Bone been in the streets

I keep it so hood, I keep it so gutter, there's no nigga realer than me

I figured I'd mention that twice, I'm a put that on my life

You niggaz ain't ready, you niggaz ain't comin, you niggaz gon' pay the price

Wanna play then roll the dice, fuck around and be crappin out

L-Burna start stabbin now to show you niggaz what's happenin now

Mo' murda, mo' murda

Mo-mo-mo' murda, mo' murda (nigga!)

Mo' murda, mo' murda

Mo-mo-mo' murda, mo' murda

Ay... now I be, leanin like a muh'fucker, bitches on the dick

Cause a nigga spent, three or fo' hun'ed on them muh'fuckin kicks

With the stars on 'em, nope, not Comp's cousin

I'm beyond buzzin, I'm drunk-ass Dom's cousin

Quit all that talkin on back to Boston and get it nigga

Dippin in the streets of California where I'm livin nigga

Sittin in the drop-top, leanin with the glock cocked

Yeah my block hot, so if I gotta I'm a pop shots

Hit the spot and do my thang, in the streets they know my name

It's big dirty money, gotta get it, I suggest that you do the same

Spend dough on e'rythang, put chrome on e'rythang

All day, e'ry day, and I knock hoes on e'rythang

No spare change, big face bills is all I'm countin here

You niggaz is just playin with the game, I'm really out here

Out here, countin G's, from the Midwest to the South to the East

I'm doin my thang, you'd best believe

In restin in these Californian palm trees, yeah

If it ain't one thang, it's another

So I pray for the best, prepare for the worst

I done done thangs I didn't wanna

So it's get rich now or ride that hearse

Whatever come first I'm a put in work

Gotta smoke the dirt, and I done smoked the purp'

Been a long time comin, yeah I dealt with yours

Gotta keep it trill for whatever it's worth

You niggaz is trippin

If you thinkin Bone ain't got no love in these streets

You niggaz is slippin

Cause shit'd be different if it really wasn't for me

We done brought them harmonies, mixed it with greasy flows

Not only Eazy know, my nigga Nemo know

Layzie been about love, Layzie Bone been in the streets

I keep it so hood, I keep it so gutter, there's no nigga realer than me

You feelin me? I'm a gorilla these beats, can a nigga get a witness?

Hey Steve, somebody better call the doctor I think I done caught a sickness

I'm a spread it like an infection through your speaker system, speaker system

Siccness.net on yo' net, and I bet we get 'em

Hit 'em, hard... and I bet he gon' fall

And if I can't knock him off, nigga Nemo break him off like

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