Songtext Put the lead on ya Luniz

Put the lead on ya

[quiet voice in the background]
What the fuck is this? ? bullet holes tupac.
{*gun shots*}

[chorus]
Unload the barrel and blast
Im puttin lead in yo motherfuckin ass

[repeat chorus 3x]

[knumskull]
Im broke as fuck in this life that Im livin in
Im watchin niggaz bubble an the jealousy is kickin in
I wanna pull licks but that jelousy dont fit me
Lets bet on the set, Im a vet runnin from fifty
It spell out, so Im a post to the fullest
Only servin then, the ice cream man is out again,
Its jealous niggaz 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 nigga was broke an came fed on ya? ? !!)
Thats why Im still on my ps an qs, readin fools
Im known as a shista deceivin fools, (see quit pagin me!!)
Snoopin around found trouble, fo tryin to fuck up a niggaz bubble
Dont bubble mo than he got
Cuz now he know that if he get rid of you
Then thats more cash in the pot
I got a rival now,
Tha turf is showin what its worth
I gotta pack a gat fo survival now
They juss wont let me be, all I can be, so all I can see
Is victory, Im struggle master, so
The doo-doo that you do will only make me wanna bubble faster
No party-poop cuz this troop came fed-eral
Slappin hoes in they neck juss to let em know
Its all clear now why
Its so hard to say goodbye
You broke, Im gettin high
Dont make me put the lead on ya

[chorus] - 2x

[dru down]
Here I come, Im outta jail, fresh in the air
Nigga need a come up, so nigga didnt care
So let me think, nigga, I need to pick up pace
Nigga need a lick, nigga need no safes, so ah
Let me get straight down to business
I need me some distance to run when I carry gun
An Im a be like quick on my feet
You try an be a hero
My nine milli, you an me
An even if youre the chief of police
Nigga you will still catch some heat
Cuz Im juss.... one of the killaz in the town
A niggaz know they call me dru mutha fuckin down
So homie step back, this is a jack
Nigga make a move an that ass will get jacked
Because Im loaded, Im loaded off the dank-quid
An jackie you will get me high juss fo free see
Juss call me.... s-i-c-k
I love to kill fo play
Cuz like cube it was a good day
An Im a be like strictly on my qs, ps an qs
Im puttin quarter holes in fools
So dont you even fuck wit my rep
My reps too big
An leavin you diggin fo days
An Im a get ya
Nigga if I want ya
I got a gun you run nigga
Im a pop ya
Because Im broke I need to fill me some ends
Give me yo pocket book so I can break it in
I goes to wells fargo, bank of america
An if your a woman, dont think I still wont put the lead on ya
Beeitch!

[chorus] - 4x

[yukmouth]
Hell yeah Im on welfare, g-a checks
Keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin vet on the set
Let, my mail stretch an gets up
To even the point where my bitch be choppin zips up
I whips up the cream
Twenty-eight grams on the triple beam
Chefs hittin clean, how much clean? ?
Four-fifteens, an the zap-co
The rap-go slip an made a weak move
Dont sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool
But aint no bonnie an clyde nigga
Cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an slide nigga
I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo
Cuz bein broke is the worst thang
Check this out man, cuz you know I aint that type niggie
I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie
Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot
No shot, I mean its so hot, Im snatchin hella face from the block
I got the glock
Sixteen on my waist juss incase
Never hit 6-8s, know the haters at the gate
When I shake the dice-a, nother one bites the dust
They mad as fuck gettin struck by the shista
I shoulda known, cuz rule number one
Never roll craps wit some niggaz from a track you aint from
They young an claimin they broke, but they forgotten
That I got they mail, an I can tell they plottin
But shhhhitt, theyll get licked like a popsicle
Dont fuck around an get sent to the hospital
Lil niggaz think they slick, but they already sawin
Popin at yall takin raw shit
Let me raise up from these cowards turf
Yeah, cuz lil do they know whats below the eddie bauer shirt
Niggaz mean muggin me but what that do
Im a soldier til its over
6-5 on my tattoo punk
So if you want funk you be a dead homie
Cuz I be down if you pull a 2-elev homie
Now all the niggaz gettin lit up
I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up
Cuz Im a put the lead on ya
Punk ass nigga

[chorus]