Put It On Y’all Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

(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?! 

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(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 

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(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)