Lay It Down

[Verse 1: Sweet Talk]
Slowly I'm arising from the ringin' of the telephone
Picked it up, my nigga Butch then told me that it's fuckin' on
Quickly took a shower, not an hour 'fore I'm out the door
Time to scoop my niggas, then we run up in the liquor store
Kickin' it in the park, out till dark, we do it everyday
Started in the morning but now it's dark and ho we chiefin' hay
Sweet Talk on the mic, you know I'm hype because I'm on that dope
Testin' all you bustas 'cause I'm quick to make it, let it go
Ran into some problems with them nigga's on the other side
Play me like a ho and watch the unexpected killer ride
Niggas turn to snitches, run they mouth just like a bitch
Hey low down, fuck them bustas that's gonna kick it with the click

[Verse 2: Lil' Grimm]
A new day, my beeper's beepin' in my heart, I reach to wake me up
Before I leave the house I hug my moms, wish me good luck
Reached up under my pillow, grip my nine and tuck it in my pants
Bustas try to scope me, how'd you like your life, don't take that chance
Everday is shit, I'm gettin' in, hangin' one more time
Robbin' bustas with the Glock, drinkin' yaks and gettin' high
Sit back in --------------, high as hell, bumpin' Marvin Gaye
Cory's in the back seat, chiefin' on a blunt of hay
Sweet Talk got that TEC, don't bust a sweat, he'll pop it at your neck
I know that he's a lunatic, they should be gettin' crazy checked
Robbin' when we're chiefin' hay, don't drop it off you'll make my day
Satan's got my back with Derrick driving for the getaway
Westwood niggas trained to kill, nine stay cocked at all times
Killas brought up in my hood, I bet you that I'm down for mine

[Verse 3: Sweet Talk]
Now we scooped up [?] about to smoke out on a quarter pound
Rollin' scopin' busta's down to lay so lemons LAY IT DOWN!
Lay it down, Lay it down, 211's in effect
Boy you better not bust a sweat, I got this TEC up to your neck
Westwood comin' super deep up in this motherfuckin' biz
Lil' Grimm, drop that mask and show them bitches who they fuckin' with

[Verse 4: Lil' Grimm]
Hickory Dickory Dock, from the Glock found in my suit
Make your body numb with them teflons that I shoot
Cowards lay it down, I got that Jason mask up on my face
Bustas better not make no move before I catch a murder case
Tell me how my lead tastes, I put your soul to waste
Lil 'Fro we buckin' all them hoes so children stay in your place

(Outro)
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Bustas better not make no move, I got this TEC up to your neck
Cowards lay it down, I got that Jason mask upon my face
Cowards lay it down, I got that Jason mask upon my face
(Play that shit now)
Lay it down, Lay it down, 211's in effect