G-Unit - Lay you down • correction
english
G-Unit, they ain't ready
ahhhh
refrain:
I don't know what you been thinking, don't know what you been drinking
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinking, don't know what you been drinking
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down
I've been out in la with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some motherfucking khakis on
Naw that's alright man I ain't got nothing to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothing to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinking I don't know what you been thinking
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangster wanna pop something
Well tell them niggas to get popping & stop fronting
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'm a lay ya punk ass down
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Hitting niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs
My name young buck but I look like a old mayn
Just 'cause I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signing with Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hitting
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claiming a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got canceled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas calling for these features but they get no answers
fuck y'all niggas
refrain
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that slot, we won't stop
refrain
A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Niggah all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader wil bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fucking with a soldier
I'm selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talking
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawking, why?
'Cause I'm burning every cd and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that I be wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd probably shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas
Shit! Pull That Back