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Twista

He Lay

 

He Lay

(album: Legit Ballin' - Vol.2 - 2001)


[Chorus 3x's]
He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay

[Sko]
L-E-G-I-T Ballaz
Screaming stop killing for dollars
From G-I, from the South to the Westside
From the D-I and where I love, Darkside
I forever got my pride
Forever guide my guys to a better mindstate or phase
To replace all the wicked ideas erased
All the fears about the payroll
What you say Lo about Sko
We representing the Chi, do or die for real
Niggaz caps getting twist off they tops for real
The conflict's in the hearts of many men for real
The convicts in the Pen holding plenty steel
Niggaz know they house bigger but they play in the field
Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though
Let my brother fat folk
I thrill for the kill
Smoke me a ?
Never running from the mill boy I'm running the field
It's the eternal Lord feel cemeteries revealed
Prophecies prophetcized stuff being fulfilled
And to another man I'll never kneel
Until I see Allah, fate's coming from the wheel
And baby girl, you can check it you can dig it here
If yo nigga try to test it, you can bet it he'll
Be in a grave he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay

[Chorus 2x's]

[Liffy Stokes]
It's Liffy Stokes with the sticky smoke
Quick to shoot a muthafucka down if he choke
Never see me in yo city broke
In the club spending 50 notes
Leave with 50 girls and 50 Folks
And we all tote scopes
Guarded like the Pope cause we got that bomb on the dope
G-stacks in our coat
Niggaz ask, we ain't hoes
Just to afloat with me, I'm living lovely
Baby come on and relax with a Folk
All my mackateers know why we ride down
Cliqued-up pick the bitch up bumping sounds, hurting the whole town
With raw pound all around me ya dig, the sounds off like a live round
22's on Fleet, peep my shine now
I got a whole fucking nation that'll ride out
And put yo lights out in a matter of minutes young nigga
So it's best for you to be closing yo fucking mouth
Before I pull out and bust slugs in yo ass
You lucky yo bitch here, that's why I'm giving you a pass
Nigga haul ass before I up and blast with no mask
And blow off you bit of mustache with yo tough ass
Shit everybody's busting down
My niggaz falling off all around
Before I go, I got my 50-rounds
To blaze a nigga before I hit the ground
He lay

[Chorus]

[Sko]
It's really getting hot on the block
Niggaz got they glocks, niggaz selling they rocks
But my mind prepared to get this muthafucking knot
So a nigga ain't scared to put a nigga in the box
If I gotta drop him down in the grave
In the grave he gon' lay-he
Cause this shit don't stop, I shut 'me down everyday
Everyday anyway he, anyway he
If he grown or not, wrong or not
Niggaz better shake the spot and praise Allah
Don't let me see yo face nowhere by the peace Allah
A laundry mat, niggaz better have they glocks cocked off
Ready to blast off and get yo ass popped off
With 10 hot ones when I draw from ?? when I smash off over there
It's blood on the curb over there
And them niggaz that be acting like nerds over there
And my niggaz that be flipping plenty birds over there
For them niggaz that be getting on my nerves over there
For my brothers that be getting plenty dirt over there
For them ?? broads with all that weave in they hair
Who ain't got no walls, pussy like bees in the air
She dropped them draws and then I zoomed outta there
Cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself
And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself
I don't need no mob to make me feel like myself
I don't need no job, I'll make these G's by myself
I'ma be aight, breaking my hands to the left
I can see aight, I smell death on yo brea-ea-ea-ea-eath

[Chorus 4x's]

done

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