Put the Gun to Ya - Layzie Bone

Hour pit, barracuda t grinding,

Of the, and the underground of Detroit,

Not affected by the.

spit, Freon

I’m ready for the primetime, look y’all I got on my,

Only generals in my golden stack

When I’m up to get them I burn the, hold me

Addicted to the stamps, I ain’t talking about big,

I watch it, when I see them, I guarantee this, of profit

Slow the air you want like,

Shut you down, but they gonna leave you dead in a,

It’s time to eat they candy,

I need something the size of a Nike sponsor,

I’m here to count and blow,

I need all my whites on

While you living in this,

Let it all hang out, the blue flag will hit them first

Salute the loan beast, holding the blue turf

I put the gun to ya and let it sing you a song X 6

I put the gun to ya, I put the gun to ya

I put the gun to ya and let it sing you a song X 3

I’m at it,, down, like, singing a lullaby

Never nigger fake, I was looking, like them other guys

, quick to bag me up, make a sound like, song

Riding with me, shake no,

Take that spray and that’s my nigger,

Count the time I pull that trigger

Rhyme time, fuck the beat acapela

, live by the motto, whatever whatever

Play that tone, are you classic

, this here hit passion, and murder music,

The song master

I put the gun to ya and let it sing you a song X 6

I put the gun to ya, I put the gun to ya

I put the gun to ya and let it sing you a song X 3

These rappers talk young, but they ain’t holding them right

Don’t mean Rihanna, but turn off your lights

I’m from the place where niggers hate and them cobras will strike

And by the way,

You see the karats in the fist, stopping the cheek

You cop you a brick,

You know that it’s one of a kind

, you breaking and folding like blinds

Looking for motives but find

Blind and, and when that,

Niggers will turn your mashed potatoes to spaghetti yo.