Obie Trice - Lay Down lyrics
[Obie Trice - Lay Down lyrics]
Here we go yeah, yeah
You could get popped
It's a possibility up in my vicinity
Poppin' off with that hostile energy
In a hospital with a doctor getting in
When adrenaline is mixed with
An obnoxious temperament
Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped
And I commence to spit
None of y'all exempt from it
Spit, spit, passes from it
You get stiff from it
Church man see your box plummet
And I will never let 'em give it to me
I gotta live to be one hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome wanna seize my enemy
And receive my penalty nigga
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be lay down
Ain't tryna be cocky with it
But, I'm the nigga from the block that did it
Got an honest livin'
I ain't tryna see the box in prison
Getting knocked outta my position
Now I got a pot to piss in
Pissed off motherfuckers' mouth off bitchin'
Probably cause he lack ambition
So his wack decisions
Get mad at the nigga that's getting 'em
That's when he see the next
Nigga that's hittin him
With a vigorous pistol over
This ridiculous issue
Dismiss you, in attempt to
Take me out my motherfuckin' tempo, nigga
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Niggas get nauseated, a artist made it
Had it hard against odds and emancipated
To the floor I spit, 'cause
Goddamn they hate it
To see the lady they dated
Caterin' to the latest
Shadiest artist, up in my radius
Get faded with a plated revolver
Rated me R, haters get faded with horror
Erased, no fate for tomorrow
All 'cause he think he hard tough
Got a car 'cause, he was
Runnin' at the mouth, hush
I will never let 'em give it to me
I gotta live to be one hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy
And receive my penalty
That'll be the end of he
Tryna seize my entities
Finna be the end of his identity
When I tell him to
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Lay down, lay down, lay down (Lay down)
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) yeaaah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
You could get popped
It's a possibility up in my vicinity
Poppin' off with that hostile energy
In a hospital with a doctor getting in
When adrenaline is mixed with
An obnoxious temperament
Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped
And I commence to spit
None of y'all exempt from it
Spit, spit, passes from it
You get stiff from it
Church man see your box plummet
And I will never let 'em give it to me
I gotta live to be one hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome wanna seize my enemy
And receive my penalty nigga
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be lay down
Ain't tryna be cocky with it
But, I'm the nigga from the block that did it
Got an honest livin'
I ain't tryna see the box in prison
Getting knocked outta my position
Now I got a pot to piss in
Pissed off motherfuckers' mouth off bitchin'
Probably cause he lack ambition
So his wack decisions
Get mad at the nigga that's getting 'em
That's when he see the next
Nigga that's hittin him
With a vigorous pistol over
This ridiculous issue
Dismiss you, in attempt to
Take me out my motherfuckin' tempo, nigga
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Niggas get nauseated, a artist made it
Had it hard against odds and emancipated
To the floor I spit, 'cause
Goddamn they hate it
To see the lady they dated
Caterin' to the latest
Shadiest artist, up in my radius
Get faded with a plated revolver
Rated me R, haters get faded with horror
Erased, no fate for tomorrow
All 'cause he think he hard tough
Got a car 'cause, he was
Runnin' at the mouth, hush
I will never let 'em give it to me
I gotta live to be one hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy
And receive my penalty
That'll be the end of he
Tryna seize my entities
Finna be the end of his identity
When I tell him to
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a man, man i ain't runnin'
I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to be
Lay down, lay down, lay down (Lay down)
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) yeaaah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)