Lay Your Ass Down

CHORUS

I don't know what you been thinking

Don't know what you been drinking

But you get out of line boy

I'll lay your ass down

50 CENT

I been down in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long

I'm finna crip walk and put some mother fuckin khakis on

Nah that iight man I ain't got nuttin to prove

I'm rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose

Look man I don't know what you been drinkin'

I don't know what you been thinkin'

But you get out line and ??? hit you upside the head

Media they right whatever they choose

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 payin my dues

They say my music make a gangster want to pop something

Well tell them niggas they could pop this and stop frontin'

You heard a nigga do you know how I get down

Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds

In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now

Start some bullshit and imma lay punk ass down

CHORUS

YOUNG BUCK

Hating niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs

My name Young Buck but I look like an old man

Just cause I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne

I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs

See Buck been shot but not more than 50

I don't dance but I look like signing with Diddy

I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me

No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin

Bustin my hand I pay em about 160

Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips

Crips and Bloods they show me love like I'm claiming the 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 cancelled

50 whatever they did to kid is handled

Niggas callin 4 these features but they get no answer

Fuck yall niggaz!

CHORUS

50 CENT

Everywhere we go, guess whose number one

We won't stop, every bilboard chart(we number one number one number one)

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CHORUS

LLOYD BANKS

Bitches know it's a privilege

If I stop to check her

Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper

And I don't mean the soda

The sixteen top shot loada I'll bend ya ass up like yoga

You fuckin with a soulja

Selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folda

So please keep talking so we could spread your feet

Have you on your boulevard C walking

The birds keep hawking Why?

Cause im hurtin every CD I'm walking

from DC to Boston

I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don't argue

I'll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid

The niggas that I be with got guns

On the big body tip and if they pull out

You guarding and shit

You got me in a heavy gray picture

Plus I light up trees like everyday is Christmas