Low Down lyrics

(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down
Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthaf*cka
My muthaf*ckin' n*gga
Souljah Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down
You know what it is?
Mo Thug click
Rollin' too damn thick, n*gga
What you hoes wanna do?
Ride, ride?
Die, die?
What it is, n*gga
What it is

(Chours)

We low down, low down dirty shame
n*ggas actin' strange
Catch a clip to the f*ckin' brain
Shoot 'em down, now

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in this muthaf*cka
Cause to point out the b*tch-made suckas
Thinkin' they gotta enough heat to rush us
I'm a dust your ass off with the blink of an eye
You n*ggas gotta die
Don't ask me why
But still I try
With the vibes that I
Be givin', makin' money
Gettin
Spittin
Ya'll sh*ttin
Down to the f*ckin' white meat
You hoes wanna find me
And my n*gga Layzie Bone (...?...)
Ain't no comin' back, comin' back
Give me some of that good sh*t you smokin'
Got me gigged up
Heat it up
Lit it up
I'm straight locin'
I'm hopin' that all y'all bustas got time to play
My n*gga Tombstone
Krayzie Bone
Swing around your way
Your way
(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now what if we banged your brain
Put 'em in a coffin, and that's where they lay?
n*gga, wanna row the boat to get chromed
Dump 'em in the river
Now, that's how we play
Hey, murdered them n*ggas that's plottin' to rob me
Hollow point top in your body
n*gga fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg
Leavin' you stiff and cold
n*gga, what ya gonna do when
The muthaf*ckin' thugstas come for you?
You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi
n*gga fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do
Runnin' with a n*gga with finger on his trigger
When I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition
Hit 'em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya
They miss 'em
Hey, we down with the swangin'
No fake entertainin'
We quick when to f*ck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens
We load 'em and shoot for your head. You die!
n*ggas, they better test me
Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We leavin' 'em headless
Respect them Clair playas, b*tch
(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)
I'm on a mission [mission]
I'm swift when I empty my clip
You oughta' beat your ass
Real fast to safety, man
If a soldier's about to rip
You get lit, get hit
As I split your sh*t
Ain't worried 'bout a n*gga tellin'
Yellin' muthaf*ckin' thangs
All you b*tches [soldiers] gon' lay stiff
As I shift with my grip off into a whole new level

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead wrong [dead wrong]
Rest in peace
They seem to be creepin' up on me lately
f*ck it, let's all go crazy
Sell weed daily
And we ready
My thugstas love
When we buck buck
Put 'em underground, f*ck 'em
Krayzie release them shells
I say, "say f*ck it, let's all go to Hell,"
Cause I got my money
My pistol
My reefer
Never forget my thugs, what?
Hey, we slay
We spray
(Souljah Boy)
We pray everyday
But still I see that you and me
Just don't mix
So I grab my grip
I'm a kill your click
That's the end of this sh*t
So don't you ever
In your muthaf*ckin' life try to test me
Steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife
You better respect me
Or I won't think twice
I'm killin' your wife
Your b*tch get sniped just like Wesley
Don't test me
Don't press me
Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, n*ggas [n*gga, yeah n*gga]
Yeah, ho-ass n*ggas, y'all muthaf*ckas
[sh*t.] ain't ready for this muthaf*ckin' real thug sh*t
[That's the sh*t
n*ggas ain't ready.] Bone shut sh*t down
[Shut sh*t down!], completely down!
[Completely down!] You hoes didn't know? [Huh?]
You gotta recognize
St.Clair Wasteland, n*gga
[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland
Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers]
Ho-ass muthaf*ckin' b*tches
I'm ready to kill 'em! Can you feel that?