Twista

Twista - He Lay songtekst

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He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay

In the grave he lay, he lay

In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay





L-E-G-I-T Ballaz

Screamin' stop killin' for dollars

From G-I, from the South to the Westside

From the D-I and where I love, Darkside

I forever got my pride

Forever guide my guys to a better mindstate or phase

To replace all the wicked ideas erased

All the fears about the payroll

What you say Lo about Sko

We representin' the Chi, do or die for real

Niggaz caps gettin' twist off they tops for real

The conflict's in the hearts of many men for real

The convicts in the Pen holdin' plenty steel

Niggaz know they house bigger but they play in the field

Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though

Let my brother fat folk

I thrill for the kill

Smoke me a ?

Never runnin' from the mill boy I'm runnin' the field

It's the eternal Lord feel cemeteries revealed

Prophecies prophetcized stuff bein' fulfilled

And to another man I'll never kneel

Until I see Allah, fate's comin' from the wheel

And baby girl, you can check it you can dig it here

If yo nigga try to test it, you can bet it he'll

Be in a grave he lay, he lay

In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay









It's Liffy Stokes with the sticky smoke

Quick to shoot a muthafucka down if he choke

Never see me in yo city broke

In the club spendin' 50 notes

Leave with 50 girls and 50 Folks

And we all tote scopes

Guarded like the Pope cause we got that bomb on the dope

G-stacks in our coat

Niggaz ask, we ain't hoes

Just to afloat with me, I'm livin' lovely 

Baby come on and relax with a Folk

All my mackateers know why we ride down

Cliqued-up pick the bitch up bumpin' sounds, hurtin' the whole town

With raw pound all around me ya dig, the sounds off like a live round

22's on Fleet, peep my shine now

I got a whole fuckin' nation that'll ride out

And put yo lights out in a matter of minutes young nigga

So it's best for you to be closin' yo fuckin' mouth

Before I pull out and bust slugs in yo ass

You lucky yo bitch here, that's why I'm givin' you a pass

Nigga haul ass before I up and blast with no mask

And blow off you bit of mustache with yo tough ass

Shit everybody's bustin' down

My niggaz fallin' off all around

Before I go, I got my 50-rounds

To blaze a nigga before I hit the ground

He lay









It's really gettin' hot on the block

Niggaz got they glocks, niggaz sellin' they rocks

But my mind prepared to get this muthafuckin' knot

So a nigga ain't scared to put a nigga in the box

If I gotta drop him down in the grave

In the grave he gon' lay-he

Cause this shit don't stop, I shut 'me down everyday

Everyday anyway he, anyway he

If he grown or not, wrong or not

Niggaz better shake the spot and praise Allah

Don't let me see yo face nowhere by the peace Allah

A laundry mat, niggaz better have they glocks cocked off

Ready to blast off and get yo ass popped off 

With 10 hot ones when I draw from ?? when I smash off over there

It's blood on the curb over there

And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there

And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over there

For them niggaz that be gettin' on my nerves over there

For my brothers that be gettin' plenty dirt over there

For them ?? broads with all that weave in they hair

Who ain't got no walls, pussy like bees in the air

She dropped them draws and then I zoomed outta there

Cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself

And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself 

I don't need no mob to make me feel like myself

I don't need no job, I'll make these G's by myself

I'ma be aight, breakin' my hands to the left

I can see aight, I smell death on yo brea-ea-ea-ea-eath
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