Way Too Many

[Intro] Ooh that is funky, that's funky Like nine cans of baby powder, that's funky C'mon wit it again [Layzie Bone] We run in yo' crib and we go in yo' pockets dawg Y'all niggas ain't ready for war We been doin this shit since 'Pac and Eazy Y'all better just open the door Cause anything else'll get you handled dawg Might as well turn them cameras off When Nationalville was lookin at y'all I make it to where you can never floss 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 the streets You niggas be practicin duck and hide Killas be down for the buck and ride I said what I mean, that's from inside Where the thug shit, will never die I'm a thug, he a thug Better show some love for the Thug Brothers In the hood or in the club we the realest motherfuckers You can meet meet meet, hit up Noble on the mobile Forever we soldiers takin shit over With a heater from your shoulder Nigga we blowed up plus we older now Seven figuers we hold it down For my bigger brother on lockdown Which one of you haters wanna clown? Round for round, pound for pound We puttin it down regardless mayne L-Burna just came to spark the flame Wonder how long we the hardest mayne [Interlude: Stew Deez] Now this is once said by my Thuggsta O.G He said Stew Deez I love the haters cause they hatin on me That's when I learnt the game I got the fame, I brush these haters off me Man I move so smooth cause I'm that dude, I'm a one man wreckin crew [Chorus: Layzie Bone] There's way too much drama, and not enough love There's way too many haters, and not enough thugs There's way too much drama, and not enough love There's way too many haters, and not enough thugs [Young Noble] Pay attention lil' nigga, you should hear this man From a block entrepreneur, the 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 nuttin 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 dead-ily rhyme I steadily grind, bag it up, slangin them dimes And I ain't never been a jail nigga, you could tell nigga I'm on the streets stackin bread for my bail nigga I live my life with the Thug nigga until the day I die Live my life as an Outlaw, believe I'm gettin high [Interlude] [Chorus] [E.D.I. Amin] Now you could get yo' walk on to this one here (yeah) Throw that shit up, like you just don't care It's the 'Lawz and Layzie and we, all hood Comin with them thangs, we wish y'all would All we 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 muh'fuckin team Now - as I sit back sippin this 'gnac Tryin to figure out some mo' ways to get me the stacks You ain't gotta lie nigga, just give me the facts hoe Cause one way or another I'ma get what I ask fo' Game recognize game and I got plenty Switch the game on you lames when I show you the semi Anytime, anywhere nigga I stay ready Keep heaters on me heavy like a old school Chevy Let's go [Interlude] [Chorus] - 2X