Testo Lay You Down
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[50 Cent] G Unit They ain't ready! [Chorus: 50 Cent - 2x] I, Don't you can thinking Don't know what you can drinking But you get out of line boy I'll lay your ass down [50 Cent] I've been down in L.A. with Dre and Snoop for so long I've feelin crip walk and put some motherfucking cavies on Man thats alright man I got nothin to prove I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose Look man, I Don't know what you be drinkin I Don't know what you be thinkin But get out of line ?? Upside ya ear The media they write whatever they choose And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news These other rap nigga's couldn't walk in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullshit when I was paying my do's They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop sumthing But tell them nigga's if they get popped they should stop frontin You heard me know D you know how I get down Stay with a vest on Roll with a couple Tray Pounds Incase motherfuckers wanna jump back now Start some bullshit and I'll lay your punk ass down [Chorus 2x] I, Don't you what you can thinking Don't know what you can drinking But you get out of line boyyyy I'll lay your ass down [Young Buck] Hitin niggas from long range For writing the wrong things My name YOUNG BUCK!! but I look like an old man Just cuz I like ice don't compare to little Wane I make rap nigga's disapear like little things See Buck been shot But not more then 50 I don't dance when I look like signin with Diddy I got plans, Grenades, And the G-Unit with me And on Command we spray don't give a fuck who we hit Waste on my hand A ?? about 160 Hollow tips Fo' fifth with the rubber grips Crips and blood they show me love Like I'm playin it sick These industery nigga's know they better pay me my check I get a kick out of seeing these broke ass rappers 10 people showed up that's why your show got canceled 50 whatever they did to the kid is ?? Nigga's calling for these features but the kid don't answer Fuck all nigga's [Chorus 2x] I, Don't you what you can thinking Don't know what you can drinking But you get out of line boy I'll lay your ass down [50 Cent] Everywhere we go Just Become the one We won't stop Every Billboard chart Man we on the spot We won't stop [Chorus 2x] I, Don't you what you can thinking Don't know what you can drinking But you get out of line boy I'll lay your ass down [Lloyd Banks] I bet u no some Nigga's know if I stop to check her Nigga all I got is hot shit The kids call me "Dr Pepper" I don't need a solo, 16 top shot ?? Bend your ass up like yoyo You fuckin wit a soldier Selling tickets for first class trip to a hositpal photo So please keep talkin, So we can spread your feet And have your own bullet ?? C walking (Go! Go! Go!) Even the birds keep hawking Cuz i'm heard in every (Go! Go!) Cd walkman from D.C to Boston I laugh your naughty chick Bitch I don't argue I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick Them nigga's I'd be wit Got guns on the big body tip And if they pull out you probably shit Cuz you got me in everyday pictures Plus I light up trees like everyday is christmas too!