Lay It Down 2

(Eightball we doin this ************t once again

For you fake ass *******z lay it the ******* down BEYITCH)

[Intro/Chorus:]

Lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down

[Verse 1: Thorough]

He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown

Who's that ******* there it's Thorough ************

So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher

Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya

With wicked ************t slick and swift

As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents

To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat

You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at

A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade

We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave

My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft

I represent at all cost and always got my niner out

So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me

I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me

Give a nut check, and I see you outta place

And I say that to say you're a ************, and you ain't got what it takes

To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin

Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin

With my hands on my ************, my click is thick so don't clown

******* we ain't playin you hoes lay it down

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Eightball]

It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before

So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke

OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?

I remember the ************ but I don't remember her name G

Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with ******, hit that hoe

In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak

Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell

Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls

Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go

First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four

Candy coated paint, got the ******* at the bus stop sick

But at the same time on my ************, thick

Beat a ************ quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor

I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin

Tryin to let go of my frustration

But some my luck, ******* gonna be a med patient

I gotta nine uzi AK, but that ************t don't really matter

Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a

To splatter the guts of ******* with no nuts

And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Crime Boss]

Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed

The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust

So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me

You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me

Cause ******* if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat

And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days

I used to beat **** fiends down just get paid

Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J

My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay

And ******* that's ****** all my homies are loners

I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners

With ******* and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs

Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs

A good guy gone bad, devious ****** kid

Victim of?, ************t that my momma did

These **** beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker *******

My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches

For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,

Or be trapped in this hole for too mother****** long

IT'S ON!

[Verse 4: MJG]

Thirty buster in yard talkin ************t bout a ************

Claimin to be that ************'s family but they look like dirty tricks

Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, ******* the hoe

Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her ************t and go

Suckers how the ******* you think that MJG was gonna slip

On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't ************ whip

A back breakin, check takin, pimp ******* constantly makin

Money off you and your lady, ******* I ain't tradin

Why don't you *******z understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe

Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go

Back on the track shake that ass, make my money

Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks ************ bring me cash

Drop yo panties, to let you start

To open your mouth, slurp and slob

On this ************ you, he's the trick you's a ************, do ya job

When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door

Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my mother****** money hoe

Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank

Oh ************t, look out ************, dump a ************ catch a plane

Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head

Yeah ************, I'm a lay it down

[Chorus x2]