Lay It Down

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. TiniMine] Sit up in the crib with the lights dimmed Siber, just a man by my side, and he's telling niggas chump Claiming that he's better than the bitch Who's trying to aim, motherfucker Get to stop before I put you in my trunk Niggas tryna come up, got me fucked up Gotta be a better way to stick a rapping Like a mouth full of Dick's Contacts, brown skin, walk with a switch, pretty babe Real slim, black voice, like a bitch Nigga, come on down, I got your bitch, she's in the closet Fucking on a nigga's dick, I got her, I'm a fam Fucking more dicks than a little bit thing Then you're kissing on a bitch, then a nigga had to puke S-K-I-N-N-Y-P-I-M-P-B-I-T-C-H Sorry, motherfucker, but you tried Now you livin' in a do-or-diе situation Hear the angels cry, niggas bе my style when I set the crowd wild Bump it, gotta get the cap, and I was aiming for the key Homies tryna challenge me, rapping fast, fast with me Fritz know you be my style, but you can never be tiny Never looking back, keep a steady mind Leave the busses broke, I gotta get my hustle tight And hit the box at early morning, six o'clock, I'm on my watch Working hard to keep my head above the wall But I'm sinking every time the clock turns Vanish from the scene, never come again Where is Mr. TiniMine? I'm looking, but that nigga can't be seen Stacking all my collard greens, think it comin' clean Hit the stage, a million people yelling, scream Can I crucifix the triple bitches? Suck my dick and end up with the world Bitches, boy, it kills me, have you heard? Try to stay up to his word Like destructive bastards only very kicking and ODing Bitches, niggas, to the curb [Verse 2: Don Trigga] I can't buy that once again for this living ass nigga Bound to catch a snook, I ain't no look for life Constantly shooting to disrespect No regrets and that next trigger 'bound to make us dyin' Creep never sleeps, sleeping on the mess if ya got time Bring it to the motherfucking door, it's that nigga with a urge to kill Busta living like a imitation hoe, chicken keep me ticking Click it when I'm pulling 5 dope, high as I scope trading ass nigga, just kill me So I'm strapped with them thangs and ready to go Down with the kick-dip shit, too thick with the mop Coming real, this is the part of the gang, tell these ass niggas, just hate this shit Step up wth Anna and lay down like lines, down by a loud devil's mouth The paper that's niggas about is fuckin' hard, we killin', fuck it with the bleeding Don't need to deal with me bitch, you my foe, when the trigger nigga catch a sniff and a rip in the name We just attack this bitch, boss it to the fang, see it with sign Life ain't a game, I ain't gon' change, kick it with the hoe When the nigga's trapped up with his deal, gotta do some dirt gangster shit Trigger nigga shot him, I got against a B plus dumpster Bounce a kick on a bitch, watch your back, ain't no slack There's something down, so count on this hoe for the 9-5 Your best up he wide, bitch, you can run a rat You the creep, stoppin' on a bus or just attacking for a stack Nine minutes look, and get your mug, and I go late, we trickin' this case As I blast at this hoe for tryin' to test my fuckin' lust Best of beware of my criminal grind, train this nigga, he fucked up [Verse 3: Mr. TiniMine] Slowly turning, gripping, now I can't Give it to my man a 'round of applause 'cause I made it to the top Counting all these crooked motherfuckers in the streets Need no good, put em up, our family is in the hood Pitching stuff together, living as a thug Smoke a penny, but I keep a plastic lock and get jipped in the house 1995, I'm so assed out, but I stay paid Pimpin' bitches, ladies, niggas, boy, they count Kicking in the dust, pick up the phone Give me all the dope and cheese it is before my nigga count to three you see The robber can't be robbed, it's my job to hit these motherfucking niggas For these motherfucking niggas, come get me The second time around, here I come, like a bomb from the sky Wonder why, blow you up like Nagasaki radiation to the nigga brain cells Take you to the dead whales, send them to hell, triple six fail To break a nigga like a Mr. Tiny nigga just did He a bigger boat than niggas tryna reign up on my crown Vanishing the wind from the mound, bodies found Fifteen motherfuckers found dead in Funky Town Now I lay it down to sleep, thinking about the plot That family will stand to me, thinkin' that I'm a bitch But we been this, now it's personal I'm winning, I'm grinning, I'm standing, it's void, fellowship's sinking Nigga think again, I'm the king of the ring Let me stand on the ground with the wild, with the crown Never just a mask, burn the ash in the same bus I came Put them busted motherfuckers laid it down Holding on my Glock, tin top, shotgun got me crazy for the days That my leaders think I'm keeping living in the east, dodge the police Gunning through the blitz which I live with a total of a billion