Fabolous - Get Down Or Lay Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Fabolous] Ay yo, it's get down or lay down My sh** sound like trey pound Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns Get a b**h? I got a b**h She get round, she stay round Girl just wanna have fun, your b**h found a playground I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before n***as won't believe this, record the freak raw On the road to riches, these broads get detoured They just firecrackers, we more like C4's Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up? Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline I revived that real sh**, y'all deprived from real sh** Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset I took her down two months ago, b**h ain't came up yet Money over b**hes, dirt on top of b**h n***as Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, n***a [Hook: Fabolous] Get down now If you gon do it, baby, then do it now Cause later on I might not be on the sh** that I'm on Your chance'll be gone So get down now Get down now Get down now Get down now [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Stack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels I'm so ill, too slick With boys I get horse She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed I think I f**ed the world, six toys and lip gloss She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross I get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles Front if you want, my four-five in my camo Blam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up Your good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck We ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.. [Hook]