L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE

L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE - Thug Nation lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, L-Burna baby

Yeah, yeah, Sawed-Off Slim

Thug World Order up in this motherfucker

It's a Thug nation, oh what a nation

No, you can't stop me

Layzie and Krayzie, forever paper chasin

Real, T-H-U-G's

Y'all been waitin, for true riders well here it is up under your nose

Thought it was over the book was closed

Like it will stop us from gettin this dough

I'm a pro and I mean business, and I'm in this shit to win this

Started this, and I gots to finish nigga pimp, I'm a straight up menace

I'm about my cheddar levels deep, fuck a beef cause in the streets

Niggaz creep, with that heat they play for keeps, tryin to eat

They got my bigger brother in the slammer locked

And I gots to keep my hammer cocked

This Thug order don't stop, we rush and invade yo' block

We ready to put in some work

If y'all ain't ready to twerk then what is your purpose?

Y'all talkin about it but I ain't see niggaz walkin about it yet

This ain't knowledge nigga this common sense, go to jail or hop the fence

I'm lookin for niggaz that wanna get down

With the nation and pop a cop and shit

We demonstate - but we don't sing, march or rally

Nigga we in yo' face, with a fo'-fo' magnum pressed against your waist

Try me, and I'll knock you off of balance, watch 'em stagger

Hit 'em with shit that'll make 'em back up and think before they act up

Bye-bye niggaz, die die niggaz

What would make you think you wanna fuck with these niggaz?

We's chiefs playa, anybody killa

But this nation of the thug niggaz out to get the thug figures

It's a Thug nation, oh what a nation

No, you can't stop me

Layzie and Krayzie forever paper chasin

Real, T-H-U-G's (T-H-U-G)

So just start a line, and pick up your weapons and I really hope

You got the hearts to ride, cause niggaz these are the times

Enemies ain't that hard to find, some of them been around all your life

Nigga that misses that guard the prize, even if we gotta the riot – we pushin

Nigga are y'all for that? Or will you stall when we fall under attack?

The combat is real; bomb back or be killed

Pistols are cocked and loaded ready to let it ring out

When we spit flames we gon' aim about yo' head and blow yo' brains out

We only roll with them organized niggaz, them money-makin them wise niggaz

My niggaz "Creep on Ah Come Up", we on the rise niggaz

"Hail Mary", and I come from the soul like 'Pac

These nuts I got, got me what the fuck I got

Now must I, cock my glock, make these cock-a-roaches scatter

Take yo' life it really don't matter, what's the matter automatic

Man you thinkin this is real, that frontin I can't feel

If you ain't know then this the deal, cross the gunline get killed

Nigga we got guns with tons of bank to split

We do when we runnin this gangsta shit

What we eat we got the wheat indeed, quick to flip and stank a snitch

We down for you some prankster shit, face elimination

Ain't no holes in no organization, no time ain't finna be wastin

I'm puttin the smash on it, I'm out here to get it you do the math on it

We live it we breathe it, the world gon' see that nigga we goin half on it

I'm on the line, the front of the line, makin you niggaz remember

Who is the general in command when you pussy niggaz surrendered

Hit 'em with one, hit 'em with two, hit 'em with three-fo'-five-six times

When they collapse stand over the nigga and pap, you better make sure he die

We comin to battle with brains fried, so we came quiet I cock this

So when we get ready to aim five, no mercy is fat when we bomb 'em

You talk about drama, with 50 million niggaz suited and ready for killin

It's gon' be the illest, right to the finish

We in it to win it, that's from the beginnin

Envision the niggaz, somebody better tell the law that we here knockin

First cop that open the do' we gon' shock him, pop him and drop him

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