Lay Down - Busta Rhymes/J Dilla/T3
Lyrics by：T. Smith/James D. Yancey/RL Altman III/R.J Bearns/R Dexter
Composed by：T. Smith/James D. Yancey/RL Altman III/R.J Bearns/R Dexter
Produced by：J Dilla
So hit me back whenever you get a chance peace
We the realest
Controllin' your bitches feel if you mad at they feelings
Uh-huh
I'm glad at you niggas have sent in mannequin killers
Uh-huh
I move with some hostile niggas my mans is gorilllas
Uh-huh
They bump into niggas until they champagne spilla
I dug and found a pot of gold ain't puttin' my drill up
I'm packin' ever floor and watchin' as the buildin' it fill up
But like a juxta nigga that target every house on my hit-up
And lay a motherfucker down until you force 'em to get up
Baow
Lay down nigga get up slow
Slow
Stay down nigga give up the dough
Dough
Say now what you get up for?
For
Yeah they feel us
Yep frames is Cartier
Sticks on his face lookin' hotter than habanero
Get a pair true player 'nough with the pity pray
Comin' from the city where niggas'll kill you there I seen my share
Share
I had to shake that off
Shh
Get money get bread turn my mic back on
Yeah full blown pimp mode in my zone
Woo
Who the realest in the D? Probably me and my clones
T3
I'ma hype it up for real OG
Slash-Eastside-villain from the 313
What we doin'?
Gettin' to it
What we sayin'?
It's official
Where we at?
At the top of the spot you can't get to
Uh
Least my nickels tote pistols
That authentic shit that click that heat missile
I'm a sensei of this pencil evidentially
Yeah
Lay down nigga get up slow
Slow
Stay down nigga give up the dough
Dough
Say now what you get up for?
For
