Lay It Down

Lyrics

[Chorus: DJ Paul] But now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down The 6-double-6 Mafia niggas rush, this is the— But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it dow, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down The-the 6-double-6 Mafia niggas rush, this is the— But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Lil Gin & DJ Paul] Darkness, hustle day, tightly grip my gat Storm door, but no, crash through the window Glock nine by nineteen, softly grip, so I won't slip Bustin' a cap in your face Niggas, don't you even not try to trip? Where you stay? What you mean? Is you clean? Fuck you, ho Smartass *gunshots* Bloody guts scattered all over the floor 5.0 gold dual tips hollowed, with three keys in my trunk Take a cruise to Florida, met Sir Captain on that yacht Bitches in bikinis doin' the butterfly Pimpin', tell the bitch I make her wanna give me some chewin' But fuck that plan, go get that thang, let's go, make a stang Now I'm drinkin' Bushwacker Hollywood, Hurts Village breedin' up niggas Woodlawn, Ninth Street, Smokey City killers Watkins and Brown, North Memphis ground When we rob, that's my job, you off-guard from my Glock When I cock the missile tone pistol, duckin' won't help yo' dome So fuck you, Bone, bitin' our fuckin' style You hoes gon' get kidnapped You bitches lay it down [Chorus: DJ Paul] Now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down The-the 6-double-6 Mafia niggas rush, this is the— [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] I got a flame burnin' the leaf around the Devil weed Laid back in the darkness, in the Steamer on the backstreet Scarecrow is waitin' for bodies to pop out the crib Wanna stop them from breathin', you see? 'Cause I really must have just about thirteen murders My nigga, before sunday evening, huh I got a black bandana tied around my face Grab the cash and all the weight Put it in my black briefcase Hey, 'cause this shit really don't stop me Making me no motherfuckin' damn difference Strictly mafioso nigga, they call me Lord Infamous, uh I got a chamber equipped with painful tips I snip and rip and I won't stop, until you rest And soaked off a fuckin' third clip So I must warn you, I will harm you Don't test Scarecrows nuts 'Cause I will bloody up my gloves in yo' cut Like Chuck, give it up now Got somethin' for you, and you, and you And that motherfucker over there, too My name is Scarecrow, bitch, in other words: Nigga, I love to shoot But business boomin' mane, so I can't complain Insane, boom-bang, you're a victim of a stang, mane [Chorus: DJ Paul] But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down, I gotta make 'em lay it down I don't wanna hurt nobody, unless I gotta click for them keys Mane, let's stick up these [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] Sneakin' on bitches real quick, 'cause I'm constantly thinkin' they makin' lots more than me Skulls instead of that crazy kind of passion of a psychopathic murder scene I'm fiendin' for them rings and mega bucks Man, I can't get enough Poetry is the substance when the Koopsta Knicca's poppin' slugs I'm that type of nigga that'll gut yo' ass when I say "Don't laugh" No tellin' when I hit you, but you wind up in a body bag Sittin' up like a bitch, trick, you're the victim of a fuckin' stang Teflons send up in yo' brain Bloody-blood-bloody-blood-blood stain Murder, murder, murder 'Cause that Koopsta Knicca's 'bout to serve 'em Hustler for his cheese, and trick 'Cause I constantly been fuckin' clickin' in this bitch Bitches be like pretty shit, think they can't be some victim Ho, panty shit won't pay me off, so I just stick 'em Kill yo' grannies, aunties, and yo' mammies Really, I don't give a fuck Clickin' is that Koopsta Knicca, fiendin' for them mega bucks Victim of trick, lay it down, or be a body in a dam Best to watch yo' back, or be a victim of this fuckin' stang [Outro: DJ Paul] But now-but now I gotta make 'em lay it down