G-unit - Lay You Down lyrics

[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 a** 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 a** 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 motherf**ing 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 a** so I stay on the news These other rap n***as couldn't walk in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullsh** while I was paying my dues They say my music make a gangsta want to pop somethin' Well tell them n***as 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 motherf**ers want to jump bad now I'll start some bullsh** and I'm a lay ya punk a** down [Chorus] [Young Buck] Hittin' n***as 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 n***as 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 f** 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 n***as know they better pay me my check I get a kick outta seein' these broke a** rappers Ten people showed up that's why your show got canceled 50 whatever they did to the kid is handled n***as callin' for these features but they get no answers f** y'all n***as [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 b**h know it's a privilege if I stop to check her n***a all I got is hot sh** the kids call me Dr. Pepper And I don't mean a soda The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya a** up like yoga Your f**in' wit a soldier I'm selling tickets for a first cla** 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, b**h I don't argue I'll leave a print in your a** from a karate kick Them n***as that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip And if they pull out you'd prolly sh** Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas