Lay Down

[Streetlife] Sniff on this good shit, that got your eyes swollen Your nose strippin', what's that shit you sippin' My mind's trippin', sometimes I feel I'm slippin' I feel like slippin' a clip in and start flippin' I figured you out (yeah) I got reasonable doubt You'se a loud mouth, that's not what a thug is about You'se a homo nigga, that just caught a deal Just because you got money, don't make you real I tell it like it is, because, this is how I feel Just because you got guns, don't mean you kill Just because your top drop, don't make you hot Braggin' about what got, might get you shot [Chorus: Streetlife] Yo-yo-yo-yo, yo, fuck 'em! Leave 'em face down Yeah! Side up, from the waist down Yup! He's sized up for the grave now Lay down, nigga, just stay down [Killa Sin] We like four steps ahead of you, dick You small claims court, we federal Style's want investibles, quit actin' like you never knew Bitch nigga vegetable stew, no beef All this procedes, for the gold teeth and more grief Man I told you they was gonna sleep, Street Never mind heat for these freaks Catch Cooley on High like Cochise Make 'em scream, going from yelling O.G. to Oh Jesus Can't believe this muthafucka knocked out my gold teeth Just pardon me, god, for using your name in vein But it's like these salt watered card niggas spoiled the game Your money and fame, won't bury all the worry and pain When I hot rock pop and rock the side of your brain [Chorus] [Streetlife] Microphone check, I got dough to get I never sweat, I approach the mic like a seasoned vet Auto death, threat you send, I haven't seen 'em yet When we step on the set, y'all be quiet as kept When we come through, y'all just move through the left All that 'rah-rah' talk, you keep it under your breath I suggest y'all show the Street nigga respect I'm not a rap cat, I just rap for the check And I will tap that chin, if you get out of text If you feel that, you can disrespect what I rep I'm from Shaolin (what) you better watch your step Remember what the Wu told you, Protect Ya Neck This the Jump Off, I'mma show you how they really get wreck You get knocked off, when I black eye, to smash the specs Your best bet is just to cop out, put down the tech That's not gangsta, I don't care how much you slept [Killa Sin] Yo, I got a head full of time and nigga Fuck around, you be heading for the Chimer Center, messin' with mine Keep a closet full of hammers, I ain't stressin' your nine So keep them pea shooters to yourself, study your wealth You gonna need some of that money, to fuck with your health I'm trynna front for me, dummy, you'd rather front for yourself (Have you leakin', runnin' from the scenes screamin' for help) Knowing your shit trash, last to sell, the worst on the shelf [Chorus 2X]