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g unit - lay your ass down lyrics

[chorus]
i don’t know what you been thinking
don’t know what you been drinking
but you get out of line boy
i’ll lay your -ss down

[50 cent]
i been up in la with dre and snoop for so long
i’m finna crip walk and put some mother f-ckin khakis on
nah that’s iight man i ain’t got nuttin to prove
i’m rich but i still live like i got nuttin to lose
look man i don’t know what you been drinkin’
i don’t know what you been thinkin’
but you get out line and swoop hit you upside the head
media they right whatever they choose
the cops stay on my -ss so i stay on the news
these other rap n-gg-s couldn’t walk in my shoes
went through a bunch of bullsh-t while i was payin my dues
they say my music make a gangster want to pop something
well tell them n-gg-s they could pop this and stop frontin’
you heard a n-gg- do you know how i get down
stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds
in case you mother f-ckers want to jump bad now
start some bullsh-t and imma lay punk -ss down

[young buck]
hittinn-gg-s from long range for writing the wrong thangs
my name young buck but i look like an old man
just cause i like ice don’t compare me to lil wayne
i make rap n-gg-s disappear like lil thangs
see buck been shot but not more than 50
i don’t dance but i look like signing with diddy
i got plans, grenades, and the g-unit with me
no commands we spray, give a f-ck who we hittin
bustin my hand i pay em about 160
hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
crips and bloods they show me love like i’m claiming the set
these industry n-gg-s know they better pay me my check
i get a kick outta seeing these broke -ss rappers
ten people showed up that’s why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
n-gg-s callin 4 these features but they get no answer
f-ck yall n-gg-z!

[lloyd banks]
b-tches know it’s a privilege
if i stop to check her
n-gg-s all i got is hot sh-t the kids call me dr pepper
and i don’t mean the soda
the sixteen top shot loada i’ll bend ya -ss up like yoga
you f-ckin with a soulja
selling tickets for a first cl-ss trip to a hospital folda
so please keep talking so we could spread your feet
have you on your boulevard c walking
the birds keep hawking why?
cause im hurtin every cd i’m walking
from dc to boston
i laugh at a snotty chick b-tch i don’t argue
i’ll leave a print on your -ss imma karate kid
the n-gg-s that i be with got guns
on the big body tip and if they pull out
you guarding and sh-t
you got me in a heavy gray picture
plus i light up trees like everyday is christmas

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