Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lay U Flat, artist - B-Real. Album song The Gunslinger, Pt. II: Fist Full of Dollars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lay U Flat |
Don’t any of you have the guts to pay for blood! |
I’m your huckleberry |
Alright, ah, ah |
It’s your boy Big Proof, haha! |
Aah, ayo I don’t care how y’all niggas wanna do this street shit |
Nigga, you hear me? |
I’ll put you out your misery. |
One on one, y’all ain’t wit' it, gun for gun |
Come and get it, come and get it |
Y’all can’t walk in my shoe, dude |
I’m the only motherfucker that fit it |
One on one, y’all ain’t wit' it, gun for gun |
Come and get it, come and get it |
Y’all can’t walk in my shoe, dude |
I’m the only motherfucker that fit it |
Motherfucker I was born on this earth half-baked |
You gon' see the 9, nigga, like an hour past 8 |
See me in your front porch wit' that Jason mask |
Don’t make me get up, bitch, and chase yo' ass |
So know right now, gotta respect yo' ass |
My temper 'bout as quick as a Tec can blast |
'Bout time PG came an' checked yo' ass |
Three bars later still don’t respect yo' ass |
Look, motherfucker, I don’t got' hear that noise |
Talkin 'bout how you deep in the streets, now where them boys? |
Out a motherfucker terrorist call me Taliban |
Niggas that see me on TV is televised |
How do they feel 'bout being phoned up like telephone |
Mayor of this city, thug, known as Ghetto Don |
P-R-O-O-F, without the fuckin' brat, I’m so-so deaf. |
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Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat |
You probably know, I’ll lay you flat |
Shit, ain’t you heard? |
I’ll lay you flat |
Now beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that |
Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat |
You probably know, I’ll lay you flat |
Shit, ain’t you heard? |
I’ll lay you flat |
Beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that |
Higgy, higgy, higgy |
And all you motherfuckers ain’t thinkin' too clearly |
You may not respect me, but you better fear me |
Steppin' outta pocket, bitch, I’ll make you pay dearly |
Put you out of service and I won’t treat you fairly |
You goin' out permanent, not temporarily |
Fuckin' wit' the Boogie Man, it’s bound to get scary |
I’m a seer of the future, just call me visionary |
Take the stats on my crew, see it’s legendary |
Top-notch niggas, livin' secondary |
Didn’t wanna hurt ya but I think it’s necessary |
Call six of your boys so they can help you be buried |
Me leaving you livin' happen so rarely |
Ask if you’re alive all the people say barely |
Hanging by your string equals livin' too daring |
Had to make him break off the chain he was wearing |
Put your face down on the ground, don’t tempt me |
To knock this whole clip off until it’s empty |
You talkin' really big but I know you pretending |
We know you ain’t shit through the message you sending |
Use your discretion, and I mean it sincerely |
You betta' heed the warnin' and don’t come near me |
My weapons all thorough when paramilitary |
Be the unknown grave inside the cemetery. |
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Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat |
You probably know, I’ll lay you flat |
Shit, ain’t you heard? |
I’ll lay you flat |
Now beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that |
Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat |
You probably know, I’ll lay you flat |
Shit, ain’t you heard? |
I’ll lay you flat |
Beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that |
I don’t like that americano |
He’s too smart to be just a hired fighter |
But shooting a pistol no one can touch. |
I can see that |
When someone with that face works with his gun you may count on two things: |
He’s fast on the trigger, but he’s also intelligent. |
That makes him too |
dangerous for you I think |