Yukmouth - Put The Lead On Ya lyrics

[Intro] What the f** is this?? They're for the bullet holes, puta!!! {*gun shots*} [Hook 3X] Unload the barrel and laugh 'Cause I'm puttin' lead in yo' motherf**in' a** [Verse 1: Numskull] I'm broke as f** in this life that I'm livin' in I'm watchin' n***as bubble and the jealousy is kickin' in I wanna pull licks but that jail scene don't fit me Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from Fifty It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest Only servin then, the Ice Cream Man is out again It's jealous n***as on the lurk still We had a treaty, so now they goin back on they first deal (Awww now they ready to put the lead on ya How would you like it if a n***a was broke and came fed on ya??!!) That's why I'm still on my P's an Q's, readin fools I'm known as a shyster deceivin' fools (Secret Agent Man) Snoopin' around found trouble For tryin' to f** up a n***a bubble Don't bubble more than he got 'Cause now he know that if he get rid of you Then that's more cash in the pot I got a rival now The turf is showin what it's worth I gotta pack a gat for survival now They just won't let me be, all I can be So all I can see is victory I'm struggle master, so The doo-doo that you do will only make me wanna bubble faster Don't party-poop 'cause this troop came fed-eral Slappin' hoes in they neck just to let em know It's all clear now why, it's so hard to say goodbye You broke, I'm gettin' high Don't make me put the lead on ya [Hook 2X] [Verse 2: Dru Down] Here I come, I'm outta jail, fresh in the air n***a need a come up, so n***a didn't care So let me think, n***a, I need to pick up pace n***a need a lick, n***a need a safe, so uh Let me get straight down to business I need me some distance to run when I carry gun And I'mma be like quick on my feet You try and be a hero, my nine milli you will meet And even if you're the chief of police n***a, you will still catch some heat 'Cause I'm just...(one of the k**az in the town) And n***as know they call me Dru muthaf**in' Down So homie step back, this is a jack n***a make a move and that a** will get tapped Because I'm loaded, I'm loaded off the dank weed And jackin' you will get me high just for free, see Just call me...S-I-C-K I love to k** for play, 'cause like Cube, it was a good day And I'mma be like strictly on my Q's P's and Q's of puttin' quarter holes in fools So don't you even f** with my rep My rep's too big and deeper than Dig-Dug digs And I'mma get ya, n***a, if I want ya I got a gun, you rotten n***a, I'mma pop ya Because I'm broke, I need to feel me some ends Give me yo' pocketbook so I can break it in I want your Wells Fargo, Bank of America And if you're a woman, don't think I still won't put the lead on ya BEEITCH! [Hook 4X] [Verse 3: Yukmouth] Hell yeah I'm on welfare, G.A. checks Keeps me paid like a muthaf**in' vet on the set Let, my mail stretch, it gets up To the point where even my b**h be choppin' zips up I whips up the cream Twenty-eight grams on the triple beam Chev' sittin' clean (How much slam?) Four-fifteens, and the Zapco The rap go, he slipped and made a weak move Don't sleep, dude, I pull licks every week fool But ain't no Bonnie and Clyde, n***a 'Cause if a b**h set up a lick, I get the money and slide, n***a I hit the crap game first thang, leave if your shot short 'Cause bein' broke is the worst thang Check this out, mayne, 'cause you know I ain't that type n**ie I scoop the dice, once or twice, then the riggie, riggie Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot, dope shot I mean, it's so hot, I'm snatchin hella fades from the pot I got the Glock, sixteen on my waist just in case Never hit 6-8's, so the eight is in the gate When I shake the dice-a, nother one bites the, dust They mad as f** gettin' struck by the shyster I shoulda known, 'cause rule number one: Never roll craps with some n***as on a track you ain't from They done, claimin' they broke, but they forgotten That I got they mail, and I can tell they plottin' But shhhhitt, they'll get licked like a popsicle Don't f** around and get sent to the hospital Little n***as think they slick, but they already saw it Poppin' that "Y'all tape hella raw" sh** Let me raise up from these cowards' turf Yeah, 'cause little do they know what's below the Eddie Bauer shirt n***as mean muggin' me but what that do I'm a soldier til it's over, 6-5 on my tattoo, punk So if you want funk you'll be a dead homie 'Cause I'll be damned if you pull a 2-elev' on me Now all the n***as gettin' lit up I told ya leavin' yo' house without yo' strap is a rigg up 'Cause I'mma put the lead on ya Punk a** n***a [Hook 2.5X]