Luniz Lyrikz

I Got 5 On It

People in Oakland...Oakland
woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five

Yukmouth

Player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it,
but it ain't enuff on it
Go get the S the t I-d-e-s
never the less,
I'm hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
So pass it 'cross the table like Ping Pong,
I'm gone,
beatin' my chest like King Kong,
It's on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
No, me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin' at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
an if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
Give me two bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a slurpy
The serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous
like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin' pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie

~Chorus~


I got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and I'm tore back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sack

Knumskull

I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
'till the joint be burnin' my hand Next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slow,
so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bra
Hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
Cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
Wassup,
don't babysit that,
better pass the
joint
stop hittin' cos you know ya got Asthma
Crack a 40 open, homie,
an guzzle it,
Cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
And everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me

~Chorus~

Knumskull

Hey, make this right man
stop at the light man,
My yester night thang got me hung off the night train
You fade, I face
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I wish I could fade the ache
but I've no budget,
still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
Foggy windows,
smokin' Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

Yukmouth

been smoked,
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
up in the O-A-K the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease up,
speed up through the ESO,
drink the VSOP with a lemon squeeze up
And everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
Hold up, suchk up my weed is all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo

~Chorus~




Luniz Lyrikz




Put The Lead On Ya



What the fuck is this?? Bullet holes Tupac.

*(gun shots)*

*(chorus)* x3

Unload the barrel an blast,
I'm puttin lead in yo mutha fuckin ass.

Knumskull


I'm broke as fuck an it's like that,
I'm livin, an I'm watchin niggaz bubble an the jelousy is kickin in,
I wanna pull licks but that jelousy 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 jelous 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??!!)
That's why I'm still on my P's an Q's,
readin fools,
I'm known as a shista deceivin fools,
(see quit pagin me!!)
snoopin around found trouble, fo tryin to fuck up a niggaz bubble,
don't bubble mo than he got,
cuz now he know that if he get rid of you, then that's more cash in the
pot,
I got a rival now,
tha turf is showin what it's worth,
I gotta pack a gat fo survival now,
they juss 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,
no party-poop cuz this troop came fed-eral,
slappin hoes in they neck juss 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.

~Chorus~


Dru Down


Here I come,
I'm outta jail,
fresh in the air,
nigga need a come up, so nigga didn't 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 I'm a be like quick on my feet,
you try an be a hero,
my nine milli, you an me,
an even if you're the chief of police,
nigga you will still catch some heat,
cuz I'm 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 I'm loaded,
I'm 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 I'm a be like strictly on my Q's,
P's an Q's,
I'm puttin quarter holes in fools,
so don't you even fuck wit my rep,
my rep's too big,
an leavin you diggin fo days,
an I'm a get ya,
nigga if I want ya,
I got a gun you run nigga,
I'm a pop ya,
because I'm 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, don't think I still won't put the lead on ya.
BEEITCH!

~Chorus~

*4x*

Yukmouth


Hell yeah I'm 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,
don't sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool,
but ain't 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 ain't 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 it's so hot, I'm snatchin hella face from the block,
I got the glock,
sixteen on my waist juss incase,
never hit 6-8's, 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 ain't from,
they young an claimin they broke, but they forgotten,
that I got they mail, an I can tell they plottin,
but shhhhitt, they'll get licked like a popsicle,
don't fuck around an get sent to the hospital,
lil niggaz think they slick, but they already sawin,
popin at y'all takin raw shit,
let me raise up from these cowards turf,
yeah, cuz lil do they know what's below the Eddie Bauer shirt,
niggaz 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 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 I'm a put the lead on ya,
punk ass nigga.

~Chorus~




5150



Man where the fuck we at who the fuck are you?? It is I, Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?
Man, no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man, what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish (beitch!!)
It is my judgement that you shall burn in hell
Man, noo
for eternity
Nooo (the Luniz are here)
Ahhh

5150, feel me
Psycho disco just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho disco just go Luni

Knumskull


I wish I had cot (what?) I wish I had some cot (why?)
So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies
I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
and always end up fucked watchin other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds
but in the mist of funk
would they really bust rounds?
I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor
I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
and now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin where I'm headin
Most likely it's the scene of creamery
I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit ya either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin for it never came true
So it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
from the niggaz I don't got Scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means nescescary
That's why they find scary niggaz buried
Carried to a whole 'nother place
If youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it
Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin shit day by day
Survin off a nifty, that's why I'm goin 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin down the block
Tryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket
Then I split runnin down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a guage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
on the ground hella bleeedin ass out
I remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out
Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin
The Lord has no love for playa hatin
I'm facin Shock Jesus cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite strapped tonite
He said if I suceed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life
A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin through the cuts goin the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster
Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin niggaz wit casper the ghost
But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand
He's gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body
I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150

~Chorus~