L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE - Way Too Many lyrics

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Ooh that is funky, that's funky

Like nine cans of baby powder, that's funky

C'mon with it again

We run in yo' crib and we go in yo' pockets dawg

Y'all niggaz ain't ready for war

We been doin this shit since 'Pac and Eazy

Y'all better just open the door

Cause anything else'll get you had it dawg

Might as well turn them cameras off

When Nationalville was lookin at y'all

I make it to where you can never floss

You niggaz is soft and lame to me

Comin to change this industry

Back to the way it used to be

When niggaz was really out runnin the streets

You niggaz is crackheads just drunk and high

Can I just be down for the buck and ride

I said what I mean, that's where I'm a side

With it thug shit, will never die

I'm a thug, he a thug

Better show some love for the Thug Brothers

In the hood or in the club we the realest motherfuckers

You can meet meet meet, hit up Noble on the mobile

Forever we soldiers takin shit over

With a heater from your shoulder

Nigga we blowed up plus we older now

Seven figuers we hold it down

For my bigger brother on lockdown

Which one of you haters wanna clown?

Round for round, pound for pound

We puttin it down regardless mayne

L-Burna just came to spark the flame

Wonder how long we the hardest mayne

Now this is once said by my Thuggsta O.G.

He said Stew Deez I love the haters cause they hatin on me

That's when I learnt the game I got the fame, I brush these haters off me

Man I move so smooth cause I'm that dude, I'm a one man wreckin crew

There's way too much drama, and not enough love

There's way too many haters, and not enough thugs

There's way too much drama, and not enough love

There's way too many haters, and not enough thugs

Pay attention lil' nigga, you should hear this man

From a block entrepreneur, the businessman

We Thug Brothers, real niggaz gotta feel this man

Outlawz, Lil' Layzie Bone killin it, damn

Young Noble I'm calm and casual, but don't be fooled

By my attitude, I ain't got nuttin to prove

I done been there and done that, went there to run that

Walk around lookin for anybody to gun at

A high school dropout but always passed

My street smarts had a nigga way ahead of his class

I'm ahead of my time, heavily with dead-ily rhyme

I steadily grind, bag it up, slangin them dimes

And I ain't never been a jail nigga, you could tell nigga

I'm on the streets stackin bread for my bail nigga

I live my life with the Thug nigga until the day I die

Live my life as an Outlaw, believe I'm gettin high

Now you could get yo' walk on to this one here (yeah)

Throw that shit up, like you just don't care

It's the 'Lawz and Layzie and we, all hood

Comin with them thangs, we wish y'all would

All we ever had, was pieces of a dream

Tryin to, keep it straight, like creases on the jeans

Livin in the gangsta lean

Tryin to get enough cream to feed my whole muh'fuckin team

Now - as I sit back sippin this 'gnac

Tryin to figure out some mo' ways to get me the stacks

You ain't gotta lie nigga, just give me the facts hoe

Cause one way or another I'm a get what I ask fo'

Game recognize game and I got plenty

Switch the game on you lames when I show you the semi

Anytime, anywhere nigga I stay ready

Keep heaters on me heavy like a old school Chevy

Let's go