Layzie Bone

Layzie Bone - Still The Greatest lyrics

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(feat. Big Chan, Flesh-N-Bone)



[Hook x3]

[Big Chan] 

I'm still the greatest 

I'm pretty 

I'm still the greatest 

[Layzie Bone] 

And i'ma bad man 



[Big Chan] 

Hot child in the city 

walkin' round lookin' pretty 

playas call m Sidity 

fuck pitty 

chitty chitty bang bang 

it's a Westside thang 

bitches get banged on 

and stole on 

in the city where the grass is green 

and the palm trees lean 

been ballin' 

shot callin' since 83 

I know the mothaphukin' industry 

ain't ready for me 

or these ghetto fab queens 

already platlum in the streets 

I even got them jail house niggas 

sendin' they cheese to me 

Big Chan in japan 

bitch I'm over seas 

I'm pimpin' this gat 

watch me hidy flice these hoes 

leave em short changed 

take they fame and roll 

wacth em all fall to tha flo' 

it's a t-k-o 

all you heard was Big Chan 

don't hit me no mo' 

shit this ain't a game 

street niggas know the m-o 

I kill em with words 

serve em like them dealas 

do them birds 

ya heard me 

can't a mothafuka serve me 

I still hold the title 

reposessed it from some of my 

greatest idols 

you punk ass bitches is hollow 

I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in 

my nigga young Lay 

hold it down 

it's goin' down 

like Holyfield and Tyson 

this is for them bitc ass hatas 

I'm signin' off 

I'm kickin' ass and takin' names 

late late late 



[Hook x4]



[Layzie Bone] 

she pulled the curtain 

fo' certain 

we go'n leave these mothafuckas hurtin' 

niggas never no bluffin' 

no perv'in 

Lil Lay the great 

runnin' this earth 

I'm ready to serve ya right 

nigga done paid my dues 

and took my loses 

it's all about murder right 

fuckin' with these Cleveland bosses 

we flossin' 

ya get paranoid 

cuz me and my boys 

makin' noise 

shuttin' shit down 

heard the buzz around town 

these niggas wanna fuck with me now 

well step in my arena 

you ain't never seen a 

lilttle nigga meaner then Lay 

nigga back in the day 

when a nigga had to play with the a-k 

boys had em all blown away 

nigga don't play 

I be flippin' my lid 

sippin' my gin 

makin' mine 

cuz in 99 

I ain't wastin' no time 

makin' that money 

while I'm pushin' my line 

design to prime nigga 

nigga with the automatic status 

daily on the trigga 

hatin' on me 

cuz I'm an original thug 

jealous of a nigga 

cuz I got these figures 

money don't mean 

A gotdamn thing 

we can go toe to toe 

blow for blow 

slug for slug 

a thug's a thug 

kickin' this here 

just to let you know 

ain't a damn thang changed 

doin' these everyday thangs 

and it consist of 

bank bud the brew and the bitches 

and the bustas never could hang nigga 



[Hook x4]



[Flesh~N~Bone] 

Now he better lay down 

Test me boy 

I trust my dawgs 

In the name of the Lord 

T-H-U-G 

Were not raised in hell 

Just spray 

With the G-A-G-E 

Smack em with the buck shot 

Guard your face 

Next mornin' 

I read on the front page news 

And o-bit-uary 

You stup[id mothafucka 

Shoulda known not to step to Flesh 

None the less 

He is one less bitch 

For me to worry about 

For the people in time 

I sex my wine 

Hit em up two times 

With a three peice nine 

then dumps the body and 

He's the one got the gun 

With the most of niggas 

Realease the beast 

Nevertheless 

They sleep in silence 

It ain't over for you snitches 

Can't handle the truth 

It hurts punk 

And the next shot 

Off the floor 

Inside his stomach 

Bitch now put em in the mud 

Slowly slowly 

See it inside you 

Open your mind 

Deep in your mental 

Flesh'll get your best 

Shoulda made you realize 

I stay thirsty by the flesh 

It'll be test to try me 

Little bit on the front 

In the aftermath 

When the long gone home 

It ain't shit 

Thought you knew me 

Til I made it known 

Nothin' to pick up the gage 

Explotion blow 

Contest not the Fith Dawg 

Never they know 

Check out my future 

From the second league 

They take out the streets 

Where this thugsta dwell 

All up in St. Clair 

Hit em up S-C-T 

Where them hang 

Niggas trippin' 

Sippin' the fifth of rose 

Everybody buzzed 

Steady remenissin' 

On back and to think how they roll 

Unloaded fo-fo's 

Niiga makin' my money daily double 

It's the reason they call me stack 

That nigga to peel back 

Your mothafuckin cap 



[Hook x4]
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