My Niggaz Lyrics - Singles - L-burna (layzie Bone)

(Chorus) 

Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 

Ak-47, so you better hit the ground 

Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 

Ak-47, nigga get the fuck down! 

(L-Burna) 

Have you kicked it with this thug lately? 

Well, if not, you need to try, 

Baby,look deep into my mind, and you could find just what the game made me 

Rough and rugged, come get this thuggish ruggish rush 

Get a taste of what these bitches just can't touch 

And I be the number one assasin, second to none and steadily blastin' 

All of my niggas that know me ain't askin' what I be doin' to get this cash 

And ?? went out of fashion ?? to get you laid down 

This St. Clair thugsta Bone 

So all of them niggas that's flossin' the industry 

We put one thru your dome 

Nigga, here I go again, thuggish ruggish in the Benz 

Bitches love me with these ends 

Braids blowin' off in the wind 

Tossin' forties out the windows with the top dropped, and my glock cocked 

Little nigga, that block made hot, and i'm that nigga that blew the spot 

Double nine to the 2 tripple zero, millenium hero 

Nigga, I stay right with my people, 'cause these wicked ass streets be lethal 

Niggas is see thru, they transparent, they ghost writin' 

'Cause a nigga like me, i'm tired 

Keep a good reach up on my pile day and night 

It's about that business, nigga, get checked, respect what's mine 

Any you niggas cross the gunline, you can bet that ass is mine 

Nigga, we done sold 30 million plus, who fuckin' with that? 

Nigga, wanna test me and what I represent, i'll fuck you with a rap 

That's why I be tuckin' my strap up under my lap when I get my creep on 

Reason I stress this shit in each song, 

'Cause I mean it when i'm screamin' murda 

Have you ever heard of a nigga that went and got it? 

Got a glock, then really shot it, mothafuckas that's bout it bout it 

Little young niggas that's doin' they thing 

True of game, are Thug Emortalz 

Nigga, don't make me have to force my hand and body 'round your torso 

But of course, hold no remorse for enemies or advasaries 

It be body bags and caskets, skull and bones and cemetaries 

(Chorus)4x 

Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 

Ak-47, so you better hit the ground