Lay It Down

[Verse 1] I’m back with the flow you been missing Oh you should listen to the special edition I’m on my Long Island shit, I got my fishermen tippin’ Cruising in the Expedition, me and Dro and some bitches We smoke the fat L A tall Heineken with four hoes [?] Shut up bitch, do what you’re told I’m not a role model but I rap from the soul Plus the mack that I hold, shit be dipped in all gold I’m [?] boy, I could front but I’m not So don’t get too close because you might get shot I challenge any rapper to a duel Put on the beat and watch me take ‘em to school I never been a fool, lyrically I placed on a pedestal Next time you better move or run your jewels I came here to rock, me and my DJ on the 1s and 2s My crew ain’t got nothing to lose So come here girl, and don’t stress or act boozy I’m real choosy who I let come do me I take your legs to the movies with a real Jag [?] Don’t wanna chicken-head smoking a [?] I got class so go take a bath Ass for you math don’t make me laugh You’re no ass talking all that jazz So shut your motherfucking mouth and walk past [Hook] I lay it down [Verse 2] Niggas like you don’t get no respect You said I’m not the best, you wanna make a bet I write a rhyme so fresh like organic fruit And bounce in the orange juice coupe—here’s the scoop I’m not asking, me I’m taxin’ Shines like neon, but we are action Dude you a peon, I pee on fashion Bitches come break me off for [?] You got a problem with it them come get it We better than you, be a man and admit it It’s either one of the two, you’re a fan or a critic But most motherfuckers that scan this business I just handle my business with the mack like a boss I don’t frolic, I put the gas to your thoughts Walk fast, we don’t have no remorse I just kill your ass and flash in the Porsche And it’s a fact, Jack, no man could stop me And walk a mile in my beef and broccolis The 90 G Maserati look like Hi-C Polo on the beat, I’m on the M-I-C I see, motherfuckers! [Hook] [Verse 3] It goes one for the money and two for the show This is just one thing I do for the dough I like to move with a ho, do [?] on the low We can go toe-to-toe but you know the M.O I’m all hard, you don’t want me to let the dogs bark I know your corny-ass shit out the ballpark Without saying, listen B I’m not playin’ You be dead layin’ and I be upstream With the tight swing and a careless manner What up the party then put up the hammer I rep my click like a Blood with a red bandanna From the Stat to Atlanta, bust your head like scanners I just rip, ask around I’m the shit I come in quick with the fifth on the hip Rubber grip so the joint don’t slip I stay dipped and keep the hook on the strip Criminal thoughts, they infect my brain It’s insane, entertain, Rakim’s the name It ain’t a game, you ain’t gang beater said I claim Bang bang, just let me do my fucking thang [Hook]