Obie Trice - Lay Down Lyrics

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[Obie]

Here we go

Yeah yeah

[Verse 1]

You can get popped it's a possibility up in my vicinity

Popping off with that hostile energy

In a hospital where the doctor at em

When adrenalines mixed with an obnoxious temperament

Honestly I got a monster pistol grip

That nine commence to spit none of y'all exempt from it

Spit-spit past tense form it you get stiff from it

Church mass then yo box plummet

I would never let em give it to me I gotta live to be a hundred and three

Gotta reach my epitome... Or decease my enemy... And receive my penalty

[Hook]

Well nigga lay down (lay down lay down)

I'ma man man

I ain't running I'ma stand wit my gun in my hands

I got plans and a place to be

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Well nigga lay down (lay down lay down)

I'ma man man

I ain't running I'ma stand wit my gun in my hands

I got plans and a place to be

Nigga lay down

[Verse 2]

Ain't trying to be cocky with it

But I'm a nigga from the block who did it

Got an honest living ain't trying to see the box or prison

Getting knocked out of my position

Now I got a pot to piss in

Pissed off muh fuckers mouth off bitching

Probably cause he lackin' bitches so his whack decision's

Get mad at the nigga that's getting em

That's when he see that that's the nigga that's hitting him

With a rigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue

Dismiss you ...in attempt to... take me out my muh fuckin temple

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Niggas get nauseated an artist made it

Had it hard against odds and emancipated

To them floss big cars and got damn they hate it

To see the lady they dating catering to the latest

Shadiest artist...

Up in my radius get faded wit 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-cuss he was running at the mouth hush

I would never let em give it to me I gotta live to be a hundred and three

Gotta reach my epitome... Or decease my enemy... And receive my penalty

That'll bet the end of he trying to cease my entity

It's fin to be the end of his Identity when I tell em to

[Hook]

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