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8ball mjg - lay it down lyrics

(feat. crime boss, thorough)

[music plays in bakground]
(eightball we doin this sh-t once again
for you fake -ss n-gg-z lay it the f-ck down beyitch)

[intro/chorus:]

lay it down, lay it down
you hoes lay it down
lay it down, lay it down
you hoes lay it down

[verse one: thorough]

he’s got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
who’s that n-gg- there it’s thorough b-tch
so don’t you clown, the sound and style, of swisher after swisher
oh how i wish ya would step so i could hit ya
with wicked sh-t slick and swift
as i slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents
to show you how we be doin in the suave house federation; that is cat
you don’t know how it’s comin cause you don’t where it’s at
a mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade

we all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave
my flavor’s deep, please peep, i ain’t soft
i represent at all cost and always got my niner out
so eeease back cause you marks can’t hang with me
i got to much game in me, killin ain’t no thang to me
give a nut check, and i see you outta place
and i say that to say you’re a b-tch, and you ain’t got what it takes
to stop the funk m-th- from freelance jackin
brushes up on yo skills, cause fool i ain’t lackin
with my hands on my d-ck, my click is thick so don’t clown
b-tches we ain’t playin you hoes lay it down

[chorus: x2]

[verse two: eightball]

it’s sunday morning, i’m stil yawnin from the night before
so much sess in my chest from the swishers i smoke
oh no! who is this hoe in the bed with me?
i remember the p-ssy but i don’t remember her name g
grab me swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
in the head, and tell her get out of my bed you d-mn freak
hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as h-ll
got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls
walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let’s go
first i crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
candy coated paint, got the b-tches at the bus stop sick
but at the same time on my d-ck, thick
beat a b-tch quick i’m sick, full of swishers and malt liquor
i’m a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
tryin to let go of my frustration
but some my luck, n-gg- gonna be a med patient
i gotta nine uzi ak, but that sh-t don’t really matter
cause if i gotta i will rat-a-tat-a
to splatter the guts of n-gg- with no nuts
and if you step to suave you will have to lay it down

[chorus: x2]

[verse three: crime boss]

here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
the number one gangsta you can’t touch or bust
so steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me
you best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
cause n-gg- if you miss me i’ma have to draw my gat
and take yo -ss way back, cause way back way back in the days
i used to beat dope fiends down just get paid
live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only j
my moms was a trick hoe i had nowhere to stay
and n-gg- that’s f-cked all my homies are loners
i’ve been on this for ten years so i’m known on corners
with b-tches and prost-tutes, pimps and killa thugs
five-oh harr-ssin me, so crime boss is feelin slugs
a good guy gone bad, devious f-ckin kid
victim of?, sh-t that my momma did
these dope beats comin up, i’m servin those clucker b-tches
my beeper still goin off, i’m thinkin of addin riches
for dollars and sense, see i gotta have it goin on,
or be trapped in this hole for too motherf-ckin long
it’s on!

[verse four: mjg]

thirty buster in yard talkin sh-t bout a b-tch
claimin to be that b-tch’s family but they look like dirty tricks
talkin about why did i meet that hoe, f-ck the hoe
charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her sh-t and go
suckers how the f-ck you think that mjg was gonna slip
on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn’t p-ssy whip
a back breakin, check takin, pimp n-gg- constantly makin
money off you and your lady, n-gg- i ain’t tradin
why don’t you n-gg-z understand i’m the pimp she’s the hoe
now that itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go
back on the track shake that -ss, make my money
make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks b-tch bring me cash
drop yo panties, to let you start
to open your mouth, slurp and slob
on this d-ck you, he’s the trick you’s a b-tch, do ya job
when you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherf-ckin money hoe
don’t you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
oh sh-t, look out b-tch, dump a b-tch catch a plane
yeah hoe now you know, i’m a pimp, and i’ma clown all upside yo head
yeah b-tch, i’ma lay it down

[chorus: x2]

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