Low Down

(Souljah Boy) Me low down, low down, low down Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthafucka My muthafuckin' nigga Souljah Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down You know what it is? Mo Thug click Rollin' too damn thick, nigga What you hoes wanna do? Ride, ride? Die, die? What it is, nigga What it is (Chours) We low down, low down dirty shame Niggas actin' strange Catch a clip to the fuckin' brain Shoot 'em down, now (Souljah Boy) Souljah Boy off in this muthafucka Cause to point out the bitch-made suckas Thinkin' they gotta enough heat to rush us I'm a dust your ass off with the blink of an eye You niggas gotta die Don't ask me why But still I try With the vibes that I Be givin', makin' money Gettin Spittin Ya'll shittin Down to the fuckin' white meat You hoes wanna find me And my nigga Layzie Bone (...?...) Ain't no comin' back, comin' back Give me some of that good shit you smokin' Got me gigged up Heat it up Lit it up I'm straight locin' I'm hopin' that all y'all bustas got time to play My nigga Tombstone Krayzie Bone Swing around your way Your way (Chours 2x) (Krayzie) Now what if we banged your brain Put 'em in a coffin, and that's where they lay? Nigga, wanna row the boat to get chromed Dump 'em in the river Now, that's how we play Hey, murdered them niggas that's plottin' to rob me Hollow point top in your body Nigga fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg Leavin' you stiff and cold Nigga, what ya gonna do when The muthafuckin' thugstas come for you? You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi Nigga fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do Runnin' with a nigga with finger on his trigger When I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition Hit 'em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya They miss 'em Hey, we down with the swangin' No fake entertainin' We quick when to fuck-a you up, oh my! Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens We load 'em and shoot for your head. You die! Niggas, they better test me Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.] We leavin' 'em headless Respect them Clair playas, bitch (Chours) (Souljah Boy) I'm on a mission [mission] I'm swift when I empty my clip You oughta' beat your ass Real fast to safety, man If a soldier's about to rip You get lit, get hit As I split your shit Ain't worried 'bout a nigga tellin' Yellin' muthafuckin' thangs All you bitches [soldiers] gon' lay stiff As I shift with my grip off into a whole new level (Krayzie) Gon' on my click, and now you're dead wrong [dead wrong] Rest in peace They seem to be creepin' up on me lately Fuck it, let's all go crazy Sell weed daily And we ready My thugstas love When we buck buck Put 'em underground, fuck 'em Krayzie release them shells I say, "say fuck it, let's all go to Hell," Cause I got my money My pistol My reefer Never forget my thugs, what? Hey, we slay We spray (Souljah Boy) We pray everyday But still I see that you and me Just don't mix So I grab my grip I'm a kill your click That's the end of this shit So don't you ever In your muthafuckin' life try to test me Steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife You better respect me Or I won't think twice I'm killin' your wife Your bitch get sniped just like Wesley Don't test me Don't press me Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G (Krayzie/Souljah Boy) Yeah, niggas [Nigga, yeah nigga] Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y'all muthafuckas [Shit.] ain't ready for this muthafuckin' real thug shit [That's the shit Niggas ain't ready.] Bone shut shit down [Shut shit down!], completely down! [Completely down!] You hoes didn't know? [Huh?] You gotta recognize St.Clair Wasteland, nigga [Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers] Ho-ass muthafuckin' bitches I'm ready to kill 'em! Can you feel that?