Lil Wayne, Raw Dizzy, Mack Maine, Curren$y - Lay My Organs Down lyrics

You already know gangsta music
You know how the gangsters do it
Bangers, exlcusive shankers and uzis
I got Maine in the booth wayne in the booth
Money on my mind
That mean I'm thinking of loot

Shit, ain't it the truth
Money is the top prio- "Money Over Murder
" that's the title of my bio
We cop drops like it's part of the policy
This hardbody, baby
Y'all softer than wallabies
So hush puppies, let the big dogs ride
Don't jump on that field
When it's kickoff time

And I, fresher than the Frebreeze bottle
Coming at the shit full throttle
And I power ball like lotto
Do it with my eyes closed
You niggas is all soft, soft shell tacos

And eyes go deeper than pot holes
For that money
Bet I'm running like a snot nose no Kleenex
Dark shades, V-necks
Bitch, I ain't playing no recess
We reps YM, baby, that's that shit
And it's fuck the world like a nasty bitch

Fuck raps, I bust caps for snaps
I fuck white, I fuck blacks, I fuck Japs
Now what's hap? I make stacks, ASAP
I take that from the safe and I replace that

Stay strapped i stay low, stay back
The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak
And I'm all about my team like an apex
Make you niggas turn your
Seats into a Playtex

Yes, member of a fly society
Style, I got several varieties as a child
This guy memorized "Scarface"
In it's entirety
The 80s drug era inspired me
That's why I dress how I dress
Walk how I walk
That's why I rep what I rep, talk how I talk
Two rope chains, both of them gold
With a gloat like I just came home

Flow touching the pedal in that F-5 yellow
Just moving through the city like
Blood in the vessel
I'm a fucking professional, so intellectual
It's Mr fat Stacks
My pockets got high cholesterol
I need vegetables, is weed vegetables?
I'm past commas
Right now I'm seeing decimals

Step to you, the opposite of my environment
Out of all the dogs in the yard
I was the quietest
I had a little bark, I had a little bite
Was surrounded by niggas who snap
And don't think twice
To kidnap your enemies
Dress them up as Santa Claus and drop
Their bodies down their mamas' chimneys
Water to your kidneys
My class G like the Bendz G

My truck waving and my rims speak
I got burners on my rear seat
See, I don't say too much
So if talking becomes
Part of the ballgame, money
Talk for me, yeah, my ends speak
Yeah, what you expect? I'm
From the Hollygrove area
Where we see more redskins
Than Steve Spurrier
We know the clock ticking
So we planning hurry up offense
Hustling on the park bench, caution

The major bison of the boulevard
The barracuda, fighting off the fish and raw
Yeah, I get around like a business car
And you can see me everywhere
But the prison yard
I'm on that sissy hard, and that kush tough
Weezy stay high, just look up

Shook up like a can of Coca-Cola that
Fell down five flights of stairs, man
Can't hide that you niggas so scared, man
Ahead of my time, I'm the already-there man