[Music plays in bakground]

(Eightball we doin this shit once again

For you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)



[Intro/Chorus:]

Lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down



[Verse 1: Thorough]

He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown

Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch

So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher

Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya

With wicked shit slick and swift

As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents

To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat

You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at

A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade

We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave

My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft

I represent at all cost and always got my niner out

So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me

I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me

Give a nut check, and I see you outta place

And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes

To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin

Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin

With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown

Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 2: Eightball]

It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before

So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke

OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?

I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G

Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe

In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak

Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell

Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls

Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go

First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four

Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick

But at the same time on my dick, thick

Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor

I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin

Tryin to let go of my frustration

But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient

I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter

Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a

To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts

And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3: Crime Boss]

Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed

The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust

So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me

You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me

Cause nigga if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat

And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days

I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid

Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J

My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay

And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners

I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners

With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs

Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs

A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid

Victim of?, shit that my momma did

These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches

My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches

For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,

Or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long

IT'S ON!



[Verse 4: MJG]

Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch

Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks

Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe

Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go

Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip

On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip

A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin

Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin

Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe

Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go

Back on the track shake that ass, make my money

Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash

Drop yo panties, to let you start

To open your mouth, slurp and slob

On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job

When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door

Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe

Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank

Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane

Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head

Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it down



[Chorus x2]