Lay It Down, Pt2 Lyrics - From The Bottom 2 The Top - Eightball & Mjg

[Music plays in bakground] 

(Eightball we doin this shit once again 

For you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck 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 1: Thorough] 

He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown 

Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch 

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 shit 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 BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes 

To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin 

Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin 

With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown 

Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down 

[Chorus x2] 

[Verse 2: 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 pussy 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 damn freak 

Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell 

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 bitches at the bus stop sick 

But at the same time on my dick, thick 

Beat a bitch 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, nigga gonna be a med patient 

I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter 

Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a 

To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts 

And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down 

[Chorus x2] 

[Verse 3: 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 nigga if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat 

And take yo ass 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 nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners 

I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners 

With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs 

Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs 

A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid 

Victim of?, shit that my momma did 

These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches 

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 motherfuckin long 

IT'S ON! 

[Verse 4: MJG] 

Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch 

Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks 

Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe 

Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go 

Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip 

On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip 

A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin 

Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin 

Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe 

Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go 

Back on the track shake that ass, make my money 

Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash 

Drop yo panties, to let you start 

To open your mouth, slurp and slob 

On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, 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 motherfuckin money hoe 

Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank 

Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane 

Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head 

Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it down 

[Chorus x2]