Lay You Down Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G-unit

[50 Cent] 

G-Unit, they ain't ready 

[Chorus: 50 Cent] 

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin' 

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down! 

Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin' 

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down! 

[50 Cent] 

I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long 

I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some motherfucking khakis on 

No that's alright man I ain't got nothin' to prove 

I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin' to lose 

Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin' I don't know what you been thinkin' 

But get outta line and it's oops upside ya head 

The media they write whatever they choose 

And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news 

These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes 

Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues 

They say my music make a gangsta want to pop somethin' 

Well tell them niggas to get poppin' & stop frontin' 

You heard of me but do you know how I get down 

Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds 

In case you motherfuckers want to jump bad now 

I'll start some bullshit and I'm a lay ya punk ass down 

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[Chorus] 

[Young Buck] 

Hittin' niggas from long range for writin' the wrong things 

My name Young Buck but I look like a old man 

Just 'cause I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne 

I make rap niggas disappear like Lil Zane 

See Buck been shot, but not more than 50 

I don't dance, what I look like signin' wit Diddy? 

I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me 

And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin' 

What's in my hand? A tan 'bout a hundred and sixty 

Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip 

Crips and Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin' a set 

These industry niggas know they better pay me my check 

I get a kick outta seein' these broke ass rappers 

Ten people showed up that's why your show got canceled 

50 whatever they did to the kid is handled 

Niggas callin' for these features but they get no answers 

Fuck y'all niggas 

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[Chorus] 

[50 Cent] 

Everywhere we go, just leaves number one 

We won't stop, every Billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one) 

Man we own that slot, we won't stop 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 

A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her 

Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper 

And I don't mean a soda 

The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga 

Your fuckin' wit a soldier 

I'm selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder 

So please keep talkin' 

So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard Walkin' 

The birds keep hawkin', why? 

'Cause I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston 

I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue 

I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick 

Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip 

And if they pull out you'd prolly shit 

Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures 

Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas