Connectin' The Plots - Layzie Bone, WC

We creep creep creep and we crawl crawl crawl

Ballin on all of y’all

Niggas heavy in the gaaaame

And we connectin the plots, and we connectin the plots

Move back homie — as I pump my Chevy up, mash and hit the gas

Fly my bandana up outta the window and left her ass on the smash

Maniac mission, dippin, screw-job intermission

You’re bangin for mine from the West to the East to the 9−9

Bow down bustas ain’t no bannin me

Now I’m back, and I’ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug Family

Dub-C, C-Dub rippin, trippin, click-click

I loaded the clip in with my eighty gauge twistin

Got you bitch niggas ticked and move and walk up outta the kitchen

Connect Gang and Mo Thugs, some real nigga collision

Rollin 'til the wheels fall off, pullin my penis

Throwin up the dub so much that I got atheritis in my fingers (Westside!)

Ride and rhyme, and get her high with illegal thai so

Peep this bread, y’all niggas don’t want no parts of the «Ghetto Heisman»

With them thangs in the dash, nigga we bang for the cash

Steadily aimin for that ass, burnin them thangs when I blast nigga!

Give me some room Dub

I’m fin' to swang on these niggas!

You see the connection when I be flexin

Nigga better move in the other direction

Choose your weapon and make a selection

Cause nigga we runnin you outta your section

Ain’t no question, who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-C

Nigga we ride with the gangsta gangsta niggas, Cube and Eazy-E, E

Better pump your fist and throw them dubs 'til they reach the sky

Puttin it down 'til the day I die, you know I take a eye for a eye

Smokin a lot to keep my mind steady, you niggas ain’t ready

For what I be bringin and ain’t none of my crimes petty

So nigga don’t test me

On the Westside I rides, in a lo-lo dippin them corners

From the double-Glock to Watts, this shit don’t stop in Killafornia

Nigga I’m a — world wide baller call me the international Thug

Makin it happen so nigga now what?

Nigga you know this nothin but love

But this — game that we play in it’s money, murder and mayhem

We got rules and we gotta obey them, got dues and we gots to pay them

Say them — niggas up the block, disrespectin your spot

Hit 'em up with a tec and Glock cause nigga we connectin the plots

Callin on them bangers, I’m gonna creep through all you haters

No matter what you’re thinkin, me and Layzie runnin the game

And off the chain and swangin, I come ready to blast

Clickin my pumps, smackin New Jack’s ass

Clippin doin leanest, my lo-lo's the cleanest

There’s no Cristal, just to toss canibal be legit to brain and

I’s jaded, the most hated, I can’t be faded

Dub-C and Layzie Bone the greatest, ni’a!

Burna and Dub you see ain’t none of you fake niggas gon' trouble me

You catch me in this century, gettin blew back off that bubbly

We them, street motherfuckers who got some, big motherfuckers

Playin for keeps motherfuckers, bringin the heat to you motherfuckers

Breakin y’all, team motherfuckers every time we speak to y’all cowards

Wettin you niggas down like showers, competition get devoured

Sendin flowers to your momma, bringin the drama be the shit

Bringin that Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta gangsta shit

+ (WC)

Tell 'em how it is big bruh

We ain’t holdin shit back («Thug By Nature», L-Burn)

That’s right (Dub-C the Ghetto Heisman)

I’m rollin with the Ghetto Heisman, y’all niggas ain’t ready for this

+ (WC)

(L-Burn y’all) Shut these niggas down every time

Y’all can’t FUCK with my big brother Dub-C bitch!

(L-Burn y’all, L-Burn y’all, «Thug By Nature»)

Uh-huh (y'all know what time it is)

Yeah, nigga, ha