Get Down Or Get Laid Down

[Intro: Gale Snoats (John Goodman)]
All right, it's a stickup! Everybody freeze. Everybody down on the ground

[Verse 1: D-SPillz]
Get down on the floor, touch that towel, bitch give me the dough
And even though I get down on the floor don't think that the killer won't spit rounds on the four
Let 'em know I'ma get down or lay flat
Type of motherfucker that'll put a bullet through your wave cap
Any single one of you the property estate Jack
Instead my mental's ill so I'm sick up in my brain Jack
Jack you like the Ripper when I shoot you like a Clipper and I'll wrap you like a spitter when I do you likе a stripper
Get you naked whеn I take it and I rape you for the paper
Sorry but I need it more than you so I'ma get it
Got it? Good
I'm a hood
Crazy gangster all about his dollars, should
One of you think you gon' take minds
Better think again before your thoughts are full of slugs
Better know about the clique full of choppers
Better know the chopper go 'til it clicks
Better know we got a clique full of sharks, bruh
Because we hungry for you little bitty fish
Better know that the music we murder
Better know Murder Musick's the fam
Bring you all types of bullets and burners and chop you bitches up with a machete because I can
Lyrical slaughter and there is no vaccine
Better get down with the music and be part of what we do before the gat sing
And that's a bad scene so don't at me, we snatch bling
And hoes and dro-ing, blow while the list just goes and goes
I suppose you all should get down 'fore we get with yo cellar bitch just posing
Get down on the ground, get do-get down on the ground (Ground)

[Chorus: D-SPillz]
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground

[Verse 2: Playboy The Beast]
Yo, if you ride with them niggas then you gon' die with 'em too
Fuck selling them records, starting an army's what I'm trying to do
Man, if I'm lying then I'm dying, I've got nothing to prove
I swear to God that I hustle so hard it's like I'm grinding for two
And I've never been a pussy, if you test me boy I'll slice you in two
I got the heart of a lion if you try me you're through
I'm short-fused with my temper, I'm one of the grimiest dudes
You better salute me and respect me, I done paid my dues
I rep that red like a nigga bang Blood but I don't claim Piru
I'm a god damn maniac, maniac, maybe I lost my screws
Fuck all of that yapping, bitch I'm attacking, act a god damn fool
Man I spit it like a gatling, a lyrical assassin, fuck yo god damn rules
Never calling no truce nigga fuck a white flag, I'm tryna get blood on my boots
When you're rolling with a strap when I know for a fact that you're too pussy to shoot
Bitch, I can tell you ain't no killer, your whole image a fluke
Turn them pockets inside out, bitch nigga give me that loot
I tell 'em

[Chorus: D-SPillz]
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground
Get down on the ground, get-get-get down on the ground