Fabolous - Get Down Or Lay Down lyrics

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[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Ay yo, it’s get down or lay down

My shit sound like trey pound

Stand up if they G’s, sit down if they clowns

Get a bitch? I got a bitch

She get round, she stay round

Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground

I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before

Niggas won’t believe this, record the freak raw

On the road to riches, these broads get detoured

They just firecrackers, we more like C4′s

Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up

Life in the fast lane — you think talk’ll slow us up?

Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime

Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline

I revived that real shit, y’all deprived from real shit

Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith

Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care

They ain’t got nothing for the kid, I’m gonna need welfare

Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset

I took her down two months ago, bitch ain’t came up yet

Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas

Put you in your place — it happened to be a ditch, nigga

[Hook: Fabolous]

Get down now

If you gon do it, baby, then do it now

Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I’m on

Your chance’ll be gone

So get down now

Get down now

Get down now

Get down now

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Stack the heavy break away, sleep on the small bills

Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels

Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills

Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels

I’m so ill, too slick

With boys I get horse

She ain’t really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed

I think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss

She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross

I get mine, get yours — I’m score-bound on fourth down

Don’t make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown

Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen

You won’t use me, use that strip pole to make clean

I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops

Same time, I spend loot on BM’s and Benz coupes

Porsches and Lambos and ‘raris for candles

Front if you want, my four-five in my camo

Blam-o! Don’t touch ‘less you wanna get burned up

Your good girl’s a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up

Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck

We ain’t gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and..


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