G-Unit - Lay You Down lyrics

G-Unit, they ain't ready ahh!

I, don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy
I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy
I'll lay your ass down

I've been out in LA with Dre
And Snoop for so long
I'm fin' ta Crip walk and
Put some muh'fuckin' khakis on
Nah that's aight man I ain't
Got nothin' to prove
I'm rich but I still live like
I got nothin' to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin'
I don't know what you been thinkin'
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And 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
Gangsta wanna pop somethin'
Well tell them niggas they'll get popped
They should stop frontin' you heard of me
But do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on
Roll with a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma
Lay ya punk ass down

I, don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy
I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy
I'll lay your ass down

Hittin' niggas from long range for
Writin' the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck but I look like a old mayn
Just 'cause I like ice don't
Compare me to Lil' Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like Lil' Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance
What I look like signin' with Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit with me
And on command
We spray give a fuck who we hittin'
What's in my hand? A tan
'bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips and Bloods they show me love
Like I'm claimin' a set
These industry niggas know they better
Pay me my cheque i get a kick outta seein'
These broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up
That's why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin' for these features but
They get no answers fuck y'all niggas

I, don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy
I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy
I'll lay your ass down

Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every Billboard chart
(We number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that slot, we won't stop

I, don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy
I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy
I'll lay your ass down

A bitch know it's a privilege if
I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit
The kids call me Dr pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend
Ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin' with a soldier
I'm sellin' tickets for a first class
Trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin'
So we can spread your feet
And have you on your boulevard C Walkin'
The birds keep hawkin', why?
'Cause I'm burnin' every CD and
Walkman from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick
Bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your
Ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that I be with
Got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees
Like every day's Christmas (OHHH)

Shit! Pull that back