G-Unit – Lay Your Ass Down

[CHORUS]

I don�t know what you been thinking

Don�t know what you been drinking

But you get out of line boy

I�ll lay your ass down

[50 CENT]

I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long

I�m finna crip walk and put some mother fuckin khakis on

Nah thats iight man I ain�t got nuttin to prove

I�m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose

Look man I don�t know what you been drinkin�

I don�t know what you been thinkin�

But you get out line and swoop hit you upside the head

Media they right whatever they choose

The cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news

These other rap niggas couldn�t walk in my shoes

Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues

They say my music make a gangster want to pop something

Well tell them niggas they could pop this and stop frontin�

You heard a nigga do you know how I get down

Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds

In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now

Start some bullshit and imma lay punk ass down

[YOUNG BUCK]

Hating niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs

My name Young Buck but I look like an old man

Just cause I like ice don�t compare me to Lil Wayne

I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs

See Buck been shot but not more than 50

I don�t dance but I look like signing with Diddy

I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me

No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin

Bustin my hand I pay em about 160

Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips

Crips and Bloods they show me love like I�m claiming the set

These industry niggas know they better pay me my check

I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers

Ten people showed up that�s why your show got cancelled

50 whatever they did to kid is handled

Niggas callin 4 these features but they get no answer

Fuck yall niggaz!

[LLOYD BANKS]

Bitches know it�s a privilege

If I stop to check her

Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper

And I don�t mean the soda

The sixteen top shot loada I�ll bend ya ass up like yoga

You fuckin with a soulja

Selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folda

So please keep talking so we could spread your feet

Have you on your boulevard C walking

The birds keep hawking Why?

Cause im hurtin every CD I�m walking

from DC to Boston

I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don�t argue

I�ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid

The niggas that I be with got guns

On the big body tip and if they pull out

You guarding and shit

You got me in a heavy gray picture

Plus I light up trees like everyday is Christmas