Lyrics:
out the mouth
Boy you better make it count
Once you see it they gone
Toolie, pop, trey, pound
You'll be, shot, lay, down
Toolie, pop, trey, pound
You'll
by now
Lay it down, lay it down now
Lay it down
We built this house of cards
We can tear it down
When it hurts don't take it hard
Lay it down
low, lay down low
A rendezvous arranged by cell got the marker placed
I hear them at the front door I leave as I hear it break
Veiled in darkened shadow
told me not to cry when you were gone
But the feeling's overwhelming, it's much too strong
Can I lay by your side, next to you, you
And make sure you're
But I will strum by tongue and nail and tooth
And I'll keep walking till I need no proof
That there's peace beneath the ground
Just lay me down
Lay
sit, in your crib just imaginin
how to make up a jam that just hasn't been
used, by the Ac' kid now that's a laugh
It's over, on the level,
felt
Wigging on them bitches you thought I be going crazy
I'll be proud to tell you all that bull shit was a phrase
Now I'm down hated by this litches
on
Uh, come on! Uh, come on!
Uh, come on! (Kick it, Chuck)
Never bitter but better, backed by the fact
All I got is my word
The new curse word is black
I just wanna watch days go by
Only with you by my side
Got baggage we can take it in strides
All you like to do is lay and lie
What's going through
Rick changed it
yo, the main vic, plotting on you since '86
now it's 9-6, you lay low, you mad rich
strictly big shit, big play, heavyweight
where the iron be
Violate rights to privacy my mind is on the joy ride
Me and my boys ride, down to Kings Mill right by Troy's side
Them others follow
see when I get home,
it’s you.
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Bridge:
“Give You What’cha Want” Written by Troy Harrington, Brian Thomas and Emmanuel Duncan
2015 Brian Thomas,
glass was rolled down on his S-Class
Heard in D.C., he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this, a young nigga gettin' it like Rich Porter
Sonny came in
Abdul-Jabbar
Or lay it up like Nate Archibald
Twenty-one bands on me, Dominique
Shoot a nigga lights out, Pistol Pete
And I called them birds Beyonce
‘Cause they
believe in me
Seen by appointment
Speak by confession
Bow at my feet as you know
It's a blessing
That's a big boy
Nigga I'm a big boy
Learned it from my
war again
It's war again
(chorus)
"gun cocks back"
Lay down
"bullets fire"
Mothafucka lay down
Lay down
Spray sounds
Spray sounds
Spray
or it could pass by
Dropped a couple dimes, let's just call it givin back
Blood pressure rise, take a hit and just relax
Everybody wanna hit me with their
to kiss with you, I do miss you
I love you
Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down, lay me down
Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down, lay me down
to kiss with you, I do miss you
I love you
Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down, lay me down
Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down, lay me down
teeth get smashed in
Extracting like dentist grafting
Nitrous oxide gas - no laughing
When I put it down on the beat
I'm a lay her down in the sheets
real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dipping by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks
Lay it down straw hat style, butterball crown
Time life investments, when
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