Lay’em Down

[Verse 1: Don Trigga (Trigga Nigga)]
As I look into the mirror, what do I see? (What do you see?)
Mane, it's the straight up pimpster, gangster, limpster, steppin' up in this bitch
Tryna gets my hustle on, doin' whatever it take, no matter the consequences
Even if it takes me breakin' a lot of them slaws, don't test my fuckin' pimpin'
Ain't no wimpin' in my P, I to the M-P, that's my style
That's the way it be for a nigga who reach for the victim, must like, stick him
(I have no conscience) Therefore I have no love for the nigga that's constantly be traitin', and flaugin', and dodgin' them slugs, but uh
My hustle accelerates, mane, so trick, ready? Break yourself
By no means I'ma gonna bypass my weapon
And I'm peelin' one of the heavy lames that keep me from makin' my cash flow
All up in my P, I see why Trigga is steadily slangin' the dough
That's the way it goes, recognize, trick, and dig my game
Slice up them swisher sweets and blaze it to yo membrane
So damn, lame, just adapt to my slang, mane
It's on for the 1996, bitch
Fool, 2 Thick, that's my clique, I'm 'bout to get rich

[Verse 2: Primo]
Yo, let's get crunk, pass the blunt as we into the scene
Petty [?]
Ain't no mercy get outta clique, I ain't bar by yo limitation drama
Don't make me get hurt your boy before I call yo momma
And tell a baby boy him fucked up, he's assed out
Well, enough muscle in his hustle, so [?] flauge now
See, I be choosy, whippin' Suzy, and like ruthless to the lame
And if you: What? Like who could it be?" Turn around, I'll smack you with that thang
With the fuckin' quickness, I be in business, you's a [?]
Slow yo rough, it's you, nigga that act like ho, that make my ana' flow
But really though, gotta keep this shizzit steady as I go
This shit is thick, [?]
Don't be walkin' 'round with that shit, 'cause all your wizzigs on my dick
Sippin' champagne as I campaign [?]
Dizzon't worry, dizzon't hurry if you do none to get buried
[?]

[Bridge: Killa Murphy]
[?] mask on [?] stang for some cheese
Ain't no slippin', and pimpin' gon' snap me, I'm real and I'm [?]
I'm so high, I can fly, and I know you cannot try to fuck with these G's
With Primo, and Trigga, and Lil Kane, and watch out you fall to yo knees

[Verse 3: Lil Kane]
Time to lay 'em down, yeah, my roadies can feel me
If I get caught slippin' then, lil pimp, you need to kill me
All my niggas down for the Mound, [?]
Nina twist your gizzat back, then it put a cap in you
Strong as that tape, hit a dank, it's time to start a peelin'
Rollin' with some killers from the South, [?]
Twistin' up a swisher sweet, me fulla bud-ah, mane
High as a [?]
Psycho like them niggas that you see up on the movie screen
Hizzo got me crazy real crunk, got me lookin' mean
Really can't you handle these niggas that's clickin' scandalous?
Nigga be comin' in my hood, doin' much, damn these
Fuckin' with a lunatic and you bitches made me click
Got some preachers on my mind, now you know I wanna hit
Still I be kickin' that pimpin', still I be stickin' this style, bitch, hang your crown
But you better not step to my clique, we quick to lay you down