Lay Low lyrics

by

T.I.


[Intro: Snoop Dogg, The Game & Techniec]
Yo, shut the f*ck up. Pass me the blunt, b*tch hold on
Ey-ey Game what's up nephew it's your boy big Snoop Dogg
Doin' the loc on the coast on a toast of the Boogie popper
You know what it is, I know what it is, they know what it is
While I'm at b*tch, I'm over here at chuppa-chuppa yeah
Countin' this Swiss Cheese, you know I'm talkin' bout?
Doin' it big, OC, countin' Gs like I'm supposed to
Put a Black Wall Street list. Gettin' money out that property
You know I'm talkin' bout? D.P.G.C nephew. You a real one n*gga
G-G-G-G-Unot, G-G-G-G-Unot
f*ckin, b*tch ass n*ggas lay low and stay low G-G-G-G-Unot
The M.O.B. takin' over n*ggas, Techniec Hahahah

[Verse 1: Techniec]
In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat
Smashed in the seat, sinkin' and thinkin' ya'll know the way I rhyme (b*tch)
Armour on shined up, flossed out rhymed up
Get your wife good and ball it up 'till your time up (west side)
Want to kill him quick, put him in a filthy ditch
Rather be filthy rich, over a filthy b*tch
Wasn't for the flows wouldn't be no hoes jockin'
And breakin' their necks to get yours (Lloyd Banks where you at)
So I suppose Rockin' shows, knockin' hoes, Flockin, I'm clocking dough
I control Rock-n-Roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load (ha haa)
And they come through shoot it up, fist fight, loot it up
Terrorize the future, it's truly number one who was us (yes)
No question we gon' bust Glocks in fast cars
Blocks in Nascars, couple of bad broads (first fam)
We got a feud with us, none 50 trust (money over b*tches)
You b*tches hit the bus, you n*ggas ease up
[Chorus: The Game]
I heard another n*gga from that G-Unit click talking sh*t
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on f*cking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you n*ggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po

[Verse 2: Techniec]
You rap guys better stick to rap
'Cause colliding with hood n*ggas that spit it
Will get you so called killas clapped (Yayo)
And you'll think it's the fans
But my n*ggas got the M-16, get loose in the stands (b*tch ass n*gga)
Techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge
And 4-4 long deuce-deuce in his pants so I'ma just fall back
n*gga I could lose you for a grand
No gunpowder, residue (G-Unit ???) in the hand
They want to see Tech fly, they rather see Tech in the can
I spit grams, 'till the check in the hand (faggot)
When the Tec in the hand, respect my demand
Or I'll find your set in a jam when the Tec will go blam (b*tch ass n*ggas)

[Chorus: The Game]
I heard another n*gga from that G-Unit click talking sh*t
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on f*cking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you n*ggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po
[Verse 3: The Game]
Drive-by violator in the Bentley coupe (where's 50 Cent?)
Ghost town outside, ain't nobody to shoot (he at the precinct)
They call me Noman for all the heads I shot (ha ha)
They call you state evidence for all the dimes y'all dropped (snitch)
Keep it realer cause I'm a million dollar killa'
Got banana clips for you so called gorillas
G-Unit cap peeling till I D.I.E
You lookin' for me, Southern Cali is where I be

[Chorus: The Game]
I heard another n*gga from that G-Unit click talking sh*t
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on f*cking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you n*ggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po

[Outro: The Game]
Yayo stop runnin' from me you b*tch ass n*gga, haha
You ain't go to the jail motherf*cker, you went to camp snoopy n*gga, yeah n*gga
12 months in the motherf*ckin' amusement park you faggot
Thats what PC is to real n*ggas, yeah
My n*gga was locked up with you n*gga
Said he held you down n*gga
Got out of motherf*ckin' jail, tried to hit you up n*gga
Your cellphone went "diuw diuw diuw" this call has been..
You f*ckin' faggot, f*ck you n*ggas man hahaha
G-G-G-G-Unot
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