Streetlife, Killa Sin - Lay Down lyrics

Sniff on this good shit
That got your eyes swollen
Your nose strippin'
What's that shit you sippin'
My mind's trippin'
Sometimes I feel I'm slippin'
I feel like slippin' a clip
In and start flippin' i figured you out
(yeah) I got reasonable doubt
You'se a loud mouth
That's not what a thug is about
You'se a homo nigga, that just caught a deal
Just because you got money
Don't make you real
I tell it like it is, because
This is how I feel
Just because you got guns
Don't mean you kill
Just because your top drop
Don't make you hot
Braggin' about what got, might get you shot

Yo yo yo yo, yo
Fuck 'em! Leave 'em face down
Yeah! Side up, from the waist down
Yup! He's sized up for the grave now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down

We like four steps ahead of you, dick
You small claims court, we federal
Style's want investibles
Quit actin' like you never knew
Bitch nigga vegetable stew, no beef
All this proceeds
For the gold teeth and more grief
Man I told you they was gonna sleep, Street
Never mind heat for these freaks
Catch Cooley on High like Cochise
Make 'em scream
Going from yelling OG to Oh Jesus
Can't believe this mothafucka knocked
Out my gold teeth just pardon me, god
For using your name in vein
But it's like these salt watered
Card niggas spoiled the game
Your money and fame
Won't bury all the worry and pain
When I hot rock pop and rock
The side of your brain

Yo yo yo yo, yo
Fuck 'em! Leave 'em face down
Yeah! Side up, from the waist down
Yup! He's sized up for the grave now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down

Microphone check, I got dough to get
I never sweat
I approach the mic like a seasoned vet
Auto death, threat you send
I haven't seen 'em yet
When we step on the set
Y'all be quiet as kept when we come through
Y'all just move through the left
All that 'rah rah' talk
You keep it under your breath
I suggest y'all show the Street nigga respect
I'm not a rap cat, I just rap for the check
And I will tap that chin
If you get out of text if you feel that
You can disrespect what I rep
I'm from Shaolin
(what) you better watch your step
Remember what the Wu told you
Protect Ya Neck this the Jump Off
I'mma show you how they really get wreck
You get knocked off, when I black eye
To smash the specs
Your best bet is just to cop out
Put down the tech that's not gangsta
I don't care how much you slept

Yo, I got a head full of time and nigga
Fuck around, you be heading
For the Chimer Center, messin' with mine
Keep a closet full of hammers
I ain't stressin' your nine
So keep them pea shooters to yourself
Study your wealth
You gonna need some of that money
To fuck with your health
I'm trynna front for me, dummy
You'd rather front for yourself
(Have you leakin'
Runnin' from the scenes screamin' for help)
Knowing your shit trash, last to sell
The worst on the shelf

Yo yo yo yo, yo
Fuck 'em! Leave 'em face down
Yeah! Side up, from the waist down
Yup! He's sized up for the grave now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down
Yo yo yo yo, yo
Fuck 'em! Leave 'em face down
Yeah! Side up, from the waist down
Yup! He's sized up for the grave now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down