Low Down

Lyrics
Yeah! Finna do some do lo... with the Low down, on the show down, yeah That nigga half-dead, my lil homie Quictamac, you know what I'm sayin? You better watch ya back [Lil 1/2 Dead: Verse 1] Niggas hit me up with that wrong hood approach Don't you know I'm Mr. H. D.? Loc up and get your ass smoked I'm bout to bust for you niggas and you niggets I'm bound to get ya wizzet by my numbers and my chizzaks If you ain't knowin' The niggas who I bail with and sell with before the chronic smoke I be blowing (Haaaa) Stop by the tracks to see if my hoes is hoein Cuz I know that you know I gots to keep my money flowing (thats right) Like some juice I get loose with the duce But I gots to keep my strap by my side in case I have to shoot (Ooh yeah) Another nigga who was jealous for the simple fact that I can rap and he can't Lil nigga pass the dank And let me tell you what I been through I did shit and pulled licks as a kid Before I hit the show biz But now I'm making CDs records and tapes and in the meantime busting freestyle to elevate [Chorus] On my way up I gotta stay up, I can't go down So fools all lose when we throw down at the showdown Ain't ya heard the low-down? I hit your city like a midi and ain't leaving till its tore-down You knowin' how it go down I'm dumpin punks in trunks and packing puff for the slow down Slow down, slow, slow, slow down [Quictamac: Verse 2] Now I gots to go into my cookie jar And grab my strap up out my shirt Cuz I'm a super star Its a mystery on how we fits to be but thats history Hostyle will drop an album on the spot to show the industry
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