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Twista > He Lay
| Song Title: | He Lay |
| Artist: | Twista Find Twista on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 49 |
| Hits (Total): | 72 |
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*featuring Liffy Stokes, Sko
[Chorus 3x's] He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay In the grave he lay, he lay In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay [Sko] L-E-G-I-T Ballaz Screamin' stop killin' for dollars From G-I, from the South to the Westside From the D-I and where I love, Darkside I forever got my pride Forever guide my guys to a better mindstate or phase To replace all the wicked ideas erased All the fears about the payroll What you say Lo about Sko We representin' the Chi, do or die for real Niggaz caps gettin' twist off they tops for real The conflict's in the hearts of many men for real The convicts in the Pen holdin' plenty steel Niggaz know they house bigger but they play in the field Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though Let my brother fat folk I thrill for the kill Smoke me a ? Never runnin' from the mill boy I'm runnin' the field It's the eternal Lord feel cemeteries revealed Prophecies prophetcized stuff bein' fulfilled And to another man I'll never kneel Until I see Allah, fate's comin' from the wheel And baby girl, you can check it you can dig it here If yo nigga try to test it, you can bet it he'll Be in a grave he lay, he lay In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay [Chorus 2x's] [Liffy Stokes] It's Liffy Stokes with the sticky smoke Quick to shoot a muthafucka down if he choke Never see me in yo city broke In the club spendin' 50 notes Leave with 50 girls and 50 Folks And we all tote scopes Guarded like the Pope cause we got that bomb on the dope G-stacks in our coat Niggaz ask, we ain't hoes Just to afloat with me, I'm livin' lovely Baby come on and relax with a Folk All my mackateers know why we ride down Cliqued-up pick the bitch up bumpin' sounds, hurtin' the whole town With raw pound all around me ya dig, the sounds off like a live round 22's on Fleet, peep my shine now I got a whole fuckin' nation that'll ride out And put yo lights out in a matter of minutes young nigga So it's best for you to be closin' yo fuckin' mouth Before I pull out and bust slugs in yo ass You lucky yo bitch here, that's why I'm givin' you a pass Nigga haul ass before I up and blast with no mask And blow off you bit of mustache with yo tough ass Shit everybody's bustin' down My niggaz fallin' off all around Before I go, I got my 50-rounds To blaze a nigga before I hit the ground He lay [Chorus] [Sko] It's really gettin' hot on the block Niggaz got they glocks, niggaz sellin' they rocks But my mind prepared to get this muthafuckin' knot So a nigga ain't scared to put a nigga in the box If I gotta drop him down in the grave In the grave he gon' lay-he Cause this shit don't stop, I shut 'me down everyday Everyday anyway he, anyway he If he grown or not, wrong or not Niggaz better shake the spot and praise Allah Don't let me see yo face nowhere by the peace Allah A laundry mat, niggaz better have they glocks cocked off Ready to blast off and get yo ass popped off With 10 hot ones when I draw from ?? when I smash off over there It's blood on the curb over there And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over there For them niggaz that be gettin' on my nerves over there For my brothers that be gettin' plenty dirt over there For them ?? broads with all that weave in they hair Who ain't got no walls, pussy like bees in the air She dropped them draws and then I zoomed outta there Cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself I don't need no mob to make me feel like myself I don't need no job, I'll make these G's by myself I'ma be aight, breakin' my hands to the left I can see aight, I smell death on yo brea-ea-ea-ea-eath [Chorus 4x's] |