Way Too Many

Layzie Bone featuring E.D.I. Amin, Young Noble (Of the Outlawz), Stew Deez

-Layzie Bone- We runnin' your crib and we go in you pockets, dog, ya'll niggas ain't ready for war/ We been doin' this shit since Pac and Eazy, ya'll better just open the door cause anything else will get you handled, dog/ Might as well turn them cameras off, when Nationalville was lookin' at ya'll, I make it to where you can never fall/ You niggas is soft and lame to me, comin' to change this industry back to the way it used to be when niggas was really out runnin' them streets/ You niggas be practicin' thuggin' ha, killas be down for the rugged ride/ I say what I mean, that's why I'm inside where the thug shit will never die/ I'm a thug, be a thug, better show some love for the Thug Brothers/ In the hood or in the club we the realist motherfuckers, you can look me, me/ Hit up Noble on the mobile forever we soldiers, takin' shit over, with a heater from the shoulder/ Nigga, we bolder, plus we older now/ Seven figures, we hold it down for my bigger brother on lockdown/ Which one of you haters want to clown? Round for round, pound for pound. we puttin' it down reguardless, man/ L Burna just came to spark the flame with a Outlaw, we the hardest, man

-Stew Deez-(Layzie Bone)-Chorus- Now, this was once said by my thugsta O.G. he said "Stew Deez,I love the haters cause they hatin' on me" That's when I learned the game, I got the fame/ I brushed these haters off me, man, my moves are smooth cause I'm that dude/ I'm a one man wreckin' crew (It's way too much drama, and not enough love/ It's way too many haters and not enough thugs/ It's way too much drama, and not enough love/ It's way too many haters and not enough thugs)

-Young Noble- Pay attention, lil' nigga you should hear this man (You should hear this man); From a block entrepenuer to businessman/ We Thug Brothers, real niggas, gotta feel this, man/ Outlawz, Lil' Layzie Bone killin' it, damn/ Young Noble, I'm calm and casual, but don't be fooled by my attitude, I ain't got nothin' to prove/ I done been there and done that, went there to run that/ Walk around lookin' for anybody to gun at/ A high school dropout, but always passed/ My street smarts had a nigga way ahead of his class/ I'm ahead of my time, heavily with deadly rhymes, I steadily grind/ Daggered up, slangin' the dimes/ And I ain't never been to jail nigga, you can tell nigga/ I'm on the streets stackin' bread for my bail nigga/ I live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die/ Live my life as an Outlaw, believe I'm gettin' mine

-Chorus-

-E.D.I. Amin- Get your walk on to this one here (Yeah)/ Throw that shit up like ya just don't care/ It's the 'Lawz and Layzie and we all hood, comin' with them thangs and we wish ya'll would (Wish yall would)/ All I ever had was pieces of a dream tryin' to keep it straight like creases on the jeans/ Livin' in the gangsta lean, tryin' to get enough cream to feed my whole motherfuckin' team (That's right) now, as I sit back sippin' this Yak, tryin' to figure out some more ways to get me the stacks/ You ain't got to lie, nigga, just give me the facts hoe, cause one way or another I'm a get what I ask for/ Game recognize game and I got plenty/ Switch the game on you lames, went from friendly to semi/ (Watch out) Anytime, anywhere nigga, I stay ready/ Keep heaters on me heavy like a ol' school Chevy; Let's go

-Chorus-

Recorded for the Layzie Bone mixtape It's Not A Game