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Obie Trice - Lay Down lyrics

Lay Down lyrics

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Obie Trice - Lay Down lyrics

[Obie Trice] Here we go [Verse 1: Obie Trice] You could get popped; it's a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin off with that hostile energy In a hospital with a doctor getting in When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped And I commence to spit, none of y'all exempt from it Spit, spit, pa**es from it You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet And I will never let 'em give it to me I gotta live to be one hundred and three Gotta reach my epitome, wanna seize my enemy And receive my penalty n***a [Hook 2X] LAY DOWN! (Lay down..) I'm a man, man I ain't runnin, I'mma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to BE! [Verse 2: Obie Trice] I ain't tryna be co*ky wit it, but I'm the n***a from the block that did it Got a nine that's livid, I ain't tryna see the box in prison Getting knocked outta my position Now I got a pot to piss in, pissed off motherf**ers' mouth off - b**hin Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions Get mad at the n***a that's getting 'em That's when he see the next n***a that's hittin him With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue Dismiss you, in attempt to Take me out my motherf**in tempo n***a [Hook 2X] LAY DOWN! (Lay down..) I'm a man, man I ain't runnin, I'mma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to BE! [Verse 3: Obie Trice] n***as get nauseated, a artist made it Had it hard against odds and emancipated To the floor I spit cause, god damn they hate it To see the lady they dated caterin to the latest Shadiest artist, up in my radius Get faded with a plated revolver Rated me R, haters get faded with horror Erased, no fate for tomorrow All cause he think he hard tough Got a car cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush I will never let 'em give it to me I gotta live to be one hundred and three Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy And receive my penalty, that'll be the end of he Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity When I tell him to [Hook 2X]