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letra de lay it down - graveyard productions

(verse 1)

slowly i’m arising from the ringin’ of the telephone
picked it up my n-gga butch told me that it’s f-ckin’ on
quickly took a shower not an hour before i’m out the door
time to scoop my n-ggas then we run up in the liqour store
kickin’ it in the park, out till dark, we do it everyday
started in the morning but now it’s dark and ho we chiefin’ hay
sweet talk on the mic i’m all hype because i’m on that dope
testin’ all you busta’s cause i’m quick to make it, let it go
ran into some problems with them n-gga’s on the other side
play me like a ho and watch the unexpected k!ller ride
n-gga’s turn to snitches, run they mouth just like a b-tch
hey ——— f-ck them bustas that’s gonna kick it with the ——-

(verse 2) lil grimm

a new day my people’s beepin’ ———- wake me up
before i leave the house i hug my moms wish me good luck
reached up under my pillow grip my nine and tuck it in my pants
busta’s try to scope me
how’d you like your life, don’t take that chance
everday is sh-t, i’m gettin’ in, hangin’ one more time
robbin’ busta’s with the glock, drinkin’ yak and gettin’ high
sit back in ————–, high as h-ll bumpin’ marvin g-ye
——– is in the back seat chiefin’ on a blunt of hay
sweet talk got that tech, don’t of sweat, he’ll pop it at your neck
i know that he’s lunatic, they should be gettin’ crazy checked
robbin’ when we’re chiefin’ hay
don’t drop it off you’ll make my day
—–‘s got my back ————————–
westwood n-gga’s trained to k!ll, nine stay c-cked at all times
k!lla’s brought up in my hood, i bet you that i’m down for mine

(verse 3)

now we ———— about to smoke out on a quarter pound
rollin’ scopin’ busta’s down to lay so let me lay it down
lay it down, lay it down, 211’s in effect
boy you better not bust a sweat
i got this tech up to your neck
westwood comin’ super deep up in this motherf-ckin’ biz
lil grimm drop that mask and show them b-tches who they f-ckin’ with

(verse 4) lil grimm

hickory d-ckory dock, from the glock found in my suit
make your body numb with them teflon’s that i shoot
cowards lay it down, i got that jason mask up on my face
busta’s better not make no move before i catch murder case
tell me how lead tastes, i put your soul to waste
—– we buckin’ all them hoes so children stay in your place

(outro)
lay it down (x4)
lay it down (x3)
busta’s better not make no move i got this tech up to your neck
cowards lay it down, i got that jason mask upon my face (x2)
(play that sh-t now)
lay it down, lay it down, 211’s in effect

- graveyard productions

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