Put It on Y'all Lyrics
| Song | Put It on Y'all |
| Artist | Krayzie Bone |
| Album | Gemini: Good vs. Evil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Henderson, Rhodes | |
| (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 fuckas | |
| 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 niggas on high blocks | |
| bustin back at the cops boy, | |
| cant stop me | |
| im up in ya shit 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 niggas, | |
| And we come though wit real killas | |
| On the road to this meal ticket | |
| My pistol is still wit me | |
| The lyrics is ill wicked | |
| Them niggas is still trippin | |
| And talkin shit after this my nigga gon get up in that grill, | |
| hear me?! | |
| (chorus) | |
| Wont weep no mo, | |
| Wont speak no mo, | |
| Wont beef no mo, | |
| once we put it on yall | |
| Wont weep no mo, | |
| Wont speak no mo, | |
| Wont 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 fuck wit no bitch niggas | |
| 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 killa | |
| day time or at night | |
| when you kissin baby night night | |
| you can die (rock a by) | |
| got thugs but they aint need us | |
| we thugs for a fuckin reason | |
| scuffed up | |
| fucked up | |
| leave em mud | |
| thats how you gotta leave em | |
| bodybags (trunk) | |
| trash bags | |
| they pickin up the pieces | |
| niggas is hungry dog | |
| they flossin so get em yall | |
| got bitches that want it too | |
| straight up thuggin to get you | |
| that Gucci that bling ooh | |
| got em doing what niggas do | |
| they will murda yall | |
| send em up in there and then we rush all yall | |
| thats thugsta shit | |
| thas how we roll | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo qu : Henderson, Rhodes | |
| 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 fuckas | |
| 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 niggas on high blocks | |
| bustin back at the cops boy, | |
| cant stop me | |
| im up in ya shit 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 niggas, | |
| And we come though wit real killas | |
| On the road to this meal ticket | |
| My pistol is still wit me | |
| The lyrics is ill wicked | |
| Them niggas is still trippin | |
| And talkin shit after this my nigga gon get up in that grill, | |
| hear me?! | |
| chorus | |
| Wont weep no mo, | |
| Wont speak no mo, | |
| Wont beef no mo, | |
| once we put it on yall | |
| Wont weep no mo, | |
| Wont speak no mo, | |
| Wont 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 fuck wit no bitch niggas | |
| 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 killa | |
| day time or at night | |
| when you kissin baby night night | |
| you can die rock a by | |
| got thugs but they aint need us | |
| we thugs for a fuckin reason | |
| scuffed up | |
| fucked up | |
| leave em mud | |
| thats how you gotta leave em | |
| bodybags trunk | |
| trash bags | |
| they pickin up the pieces | |
| niggas is hungry dog | |
| they flossin so get em yall | |
| got bitches that want it too | |
| straight up thuggin to get you | |
| that Gucci that bling ooh | |
| got em doing what niggas do | |
| they will murda yall | |
| send em up in there and then we rush all yall | |
| thats thugsta shit | |
| thas how we roll | |
| chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Henderson, Rhodes | |
| 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 fuckas | |
| 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 niggas on high blocks | |
| bustin back at the cops boy, | |
| cant stop me | |
| im up in ya shit 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 niggas, | |
| And we come though wit real killas | |
| On the road to this meal ticket | |
| My pistol is still wit me | |
| The lyrics is ill wicked | |
| Them niggas is still trippin | |
| And talkin shit after this my nigga gon get up in that grill, | |
| hear me?! | |
| chorus | |
| Wont weep no mo, | |
| Wont speak no mo, | |
| Wont beef no mo, | |
| once we put it on yall | |
| Wont weep no mo, | |
| Wont speak no mo, | |
| Wont 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 fuck wit no bitch niggas | |
| 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 killa | |
| day time or at night | |
| when you kissin baby night night | |
| you can die rock a by | |
| got thugs but they aint need us | |
| we thugs for a fuckin reason | |
| scuffed up | |
| fucked up | |
| leave em mud | |
| thats how you gotta leave em | |
| bodybags trunk | |
| trash bags | |
| they pickin up the pieces | |
| niggas is hungry dog | |
| they flossin so get em yall | |
| got bitches that want it too | |
| straight up thuggin to get you | |
| that Gucci that bling ooh | |
| got em doing what niggas do | |
| they will murda yall | |
| send em up in there and then we rush all yall | |
| thats thugsta shit | |
| thas how we roll | |
| chorus |
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