STREETLIFE - Lay Down lyrics

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(feat. Killa Sin)

[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 niggaz 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 x2]