Lay You Down (Album Version|Edited)

Lay You Down (Album Version|Edited) - G-Unit

G Unit

Ay ready

Aa

I don't know what you been thinkin

Don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy I'll lay your a** down

Don't know what you been thinkin

Don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy I'll lay your a** down

L A with Dre and Snoop for so long

I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herf**king khakis on

Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove

I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose

Look man I don't know what you been drinkin

I don't know what you been thinkin

But get outta line and snoop's upside ya head

The media they write whatever they choose

And the cops stay on my a**

So I stay on the news

These other rap n***as couldn't walk in my shoes

Went through a bunch of b******t while I was paying my dues

They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin

Well tell them n***as to get poppin and stop frontin

You heard of me but do you know how I get down

Stay with a vest on roll with a couple tre pounds

In case you motherf**kers wanna jump bad now

I'll start some b******t and I'ma lay ya punk a** down

I don't know what you been thinkin

Don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy I'll lay your a** down

Don't know what you been thinkin

Don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy I'll lay your a**

Hittin n***as from long range for writin the wrong thangs

My name Young Buck but I look like a old mayn

Just 'cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne

I make rap n***as dissapear like Lil Zane

See Buck been shot but not more than fifty

I don't dance what I look like signin with Diddy

I got plans grenades and the G Unit wit me

And on command we spray give a f**k who we hittin

What's in my hand

A tan 'bout a hundred and sixty

Hollow tips four fifths with the rubber grip

Crips and Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set

These industry n***as know they better pay me my check

I get a kick outta seein these broke a** rappers

Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled

Fifty whatever they did to the kid is handled

N***as callin for these features but they get no answers

F**k y'all n***as

Don't know what you been thinkin

Don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy I'll lay your a** down

Don't know what you been thinkin don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy I'll lay your a** down

Everywhere we go

Just leaves number one

We won't stop every billboard chart

We number one number one number one

Man we own that slot

We won't stop

I don't know what you been thinkin

Don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy I'll lay your a** down

Don't know what you been thinkin

Don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy I'll lay your a** down

If I stop to check her

Ni**a all I got is hot sh*t

The kids call me doctor Pepper

And I don't mean a soda

The sixteen top shot loader'll bend ya a** up like yoga

Your f**kin with a soldier

I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder

So please keep talkin

So we can spread your feet

And have you on your boulevard C walkin

The birds keep hawkin why

'Cuz I'm burnin every C D

And Walkman from D C to Boston

I laugh at a snotty chick

B**ch I don't argue

I'll leave a print in your a** from a karate kick

Them n***as that Javey wit got guns on the big body tip

And if they pull out you'd prolly sh*t

Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures

Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas

Sh*t s**t s**t

Pull that back

Pull that back

Pull that back