Layza Life - Problems lyrics

Published

0 123 0

Layza Life - Problems lyrics

[Buddha Monk] If you ruled the world I'd be the king of all kings And make sure everybody just swing them things From Brook-lawn to Tuscan, Duc Lo with two guns Prepare to bust, ya shook ones, damn right I eat ya quick, son The bom to bom to bang to bang diggy, gimme gimme If ya move that's ya a**, hey! It's the greatest mic spitters, heavy smoke sippers Sixteen bar rippers, can't hang? Then dip you with liquor I was born, in this rap thing and I'll battle anybody who say it ain't true Man, you wanna battle me? Uh.. six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, and uh, six minutes, six minutes, uh, six minutes Six minutes, man, ya diggin, ya on [Major Deegan] All aboard to the last stop, hop the train, a new lots taken An L to the head, lemme see what you got The way I shoot the gift, there's no choice but talks I bust shots, when Major drops kids are shell-shocked Welcome to the b-locks, tight grill with the g-lock conceiled C-ops player hate cuz I get off just like Bill Clinton Phat rhymes I be spittin, y'all n***as stay b**hin Hold up, yo stop, look and listen to that sh** y'all be kickin Startin off every song with that long a** intermission Now I stay hittin, Wallabees and biege linen Me begins these while me still hard if ya lit it It's a big payback, Major or independent Record label, then I merk like Sable, Black Entertainment Then I'm not leavin off cables, check? [Layza Life] L-I-F-E is hard as hell Battle anybody, I don't care, you chill I excell, Zu never fail Better go and tell Layza Life to rock I translate, formulate style great I be the wildest mothaf**a outta New York State Hail the great, all I see, my mindstate Murderous track k**a Bee, early or late Come with that, break back style type sh** Rock the show six minutes, doggy count my grip Hold it down, with a stone fist, takin no isht Cuddle up, under a sheet, sleep with fish Hit any pitch any n***a throw, every n***a know Done with the Zu produced by Duc Lo Bet you will know, Medina Gods take no sh** Layza beam burn cornea cells with hot spit My Glock hits, bullseye, sound boy dead Man f** with Zu, man rudeboy dead [Dunn Verbal] Eh! Didididididadiday For all you s**a MC's, won't you please come out to play? Cuz styles of y'alls, I could spot an imposter Focus like pair of binoculars Lift you off the Earth like propellers of a chopper You n***as spit it improper, get no nominees for no Oscar Enforce, Dunn tear the block up Un's make you evacuate the premises, destroy them villages With my lava, spit on you n***as like revolvers Don't waste ya time and ya health tryin to bother Hold it down with my n***as and by myself And the X on the target I mark ya Might have an iced out appearance Everythin you have goes like a liquidation clearance Flows and words stuck in ya tongue, can't come out Cuz you fear this, all you square n***as need to hear this This is real serious, make you go through series of this sh** Capture your hot ear, let you hear the bullsh** you kick What are you stupid? Wanna get shot dead by this ghetto Cupid? Won't show you no love, I show you the gat to prove it [Lee-Major] Dig it, dig it Don't push me cuz I'm close to the edge I'm tryin not to lose my head (Hahahah) Flipmode on crews like Decepticons Smack the head off of Voltron, rip off his altered arms Drop a bomb, pom pom, sing alongs Let me snatch the emblem off his chest so you could hear the sirens Man down, where ever I'm in, surround sound Bet now, rep now, clear it, select now [Drunken Dragon (Lee-Major)] Yo come get some, you know the outcome I beat yo a** boy (You really don't want none!) You checkin on cash like ASCAP And blast at any MC, if you'se a phony, unmask that When you come around me, technically I'm bugged Nobody bought ya album, I bombed ya fan club (Yo what his name was?) Who cares? No buzz in my eyes I swat flies and stomp roaches, eyes ferocious Dragon approaches, burn players and coaches Cheerleaders and doljas, I came with soldiers To the game, play and tell boy, catch a sharp elbow Fatigue overalls and nines in the velcrow [Chorus: Lee-Major (Buddha Monk)] Problems (They're legendary) Problems (Duc Lo) Problems (Don't f** wit) Problems in the world today