Layzie Bone, WC - Connectin’ the Plots lyrics

Yeah, little Layzie Bone, WC (Dub, Dub-C)
Puttin it down from Northside
Connects to the Westside
(yeah)

Runnin shit for the 2000
(let's do this, yeah)

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

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


(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