Obie Trice - Lay Down lyrics

Here we go

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

Poppin off with that hostile energy

In a hospital with a doctor getting in

When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament

Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped

And I commence to spit, none of y'all exempt from it

Spit, spit, passes from it

You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet

And I will never let 'em give it to me

I gotta live to be one hundred and three

Gotta reach my epitome, wanna seize my enemy

And receive my penalty nigga

LAY DOWN! (Lay down..)

I'm a man, man

I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand

I got plans and a place to BE!

I ain't tryna cocky wit it, but I'm a nigga from the block that did it

Got a nine that's livid, I ain't tryna see the box in prison

Getting knocked outta my position

Now I got a pot to piss in, pissed off motherfuckers' mouth off - bitchin

Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions

Get mad at the nigga that's getting 'em

That's when he see the next nigga that's hittin him

With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue

Dismiss you, in attempt to

Take me out my motherfuckin tempo nigga

LAY DOWN! (Lay down..)

I'm a man, man

I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand

I got plans and a place to BE!

Niggaz get nauseated, a artist made it

Had it hard against odds and emancipated

To the floor I spit cause, god damn they hate it

To see the lady they dated caterin to the latest

Shadiest artist, up in my radius

Get faded with 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 cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush

I will never let 'em give it to me

I gotta live to be one hundred and three

Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy

And receive my penalty, that'll be the end of he

Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity

When I tell him to