03 Greedo - Lay a Nigga Down lyrics

03 purple Summer
Ron-Ron do that shit
We ridin', we ridin', we ridin', we ridin'

I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds
Straight up out the Jordan Downs
I got a hundred rounds drummer Gang
A hundred shell cases hit the ground
There go the peoples at the door, be quiet
Don't make a sound

Throw your hood up for who put
Up and who restin' in peace
Sellin' water to the Mexicans
We don't have a beef
Marijuana, I been blessing niggas with OT
And when you sellin' kilos, gotta stay lowkey
I got homies sharin' baby mamas
Rollin' the weed
Purple Summer, 03 the new 400 Degreez
I feel like Ron-Ron the Producer
Just like Manny to me
Fuck them evil ass bitches
Steady passin' the weed
What you need bitch? you need a project nigga
Drummer Gang shit, everybody pullin' triggers
Enemies might fuck your bitch and
Lock up with your sister
I'ma be the first real nigga with a Fisker
Don't trust her, don't trust shit
He swear he mafia but he be on some fuck shit
I might shoot you from a rental or a bucket
Hate on niggas, when you see 'em
Switch the subject
Tired of rappers tryna hit the
Hood and take a pic
Wanna come out to the jungle and not get bit
The other day I hit sweet
Lady with that donkey dick
Don't you pop it bitch, fuck it
Pop that pussy fuck it, smokin' cookies
Fuck central booking
When 03 be in the projects, everybody looking
Never nook it
They can't wait 'til nigga's life get tooken
I'm from where my peoples crazy
And the cops is crooked

I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds
Straight up out the Jordan Downs
I got a hundred rounds drummer Gang
A hundred shell cases hit the ground
There go the peoples at the door, be quiet
Don't make a sound

Be quiet, tonight is the night that we ride
Pull up in the hood and see choppers inside
You need a project nigga
Be quiet, tonight is the night that we ride
Pull up in the hood and see choppers inside
Be quiet, all of my Drummers, they be firin'

I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds
Straight up out the Jordan Downs
I got a hundred rounds drummer Gang
A hundred shell cases hit the ground
There go the peoples at the door, be quiet
Don't make a sound