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[Obie Trice]
Here we go
[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
You could get popped; it`s a possibility up in my vicinity
Poppin off with that hostile energy
In a hospital with a doctor getting in
When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament
Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped
And I commence to spit, none of y`all exempt from it
Spit, spit, passes from it
You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet
And I will never let `em give it to me
I gotta live to be one hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome, wanna seize my enemy
And receive my penalty nigga
[Chorus 2X]
LAY DOWN! (Lay down..)
I`m a man, man
I ain`t runnin, I`ma stand wit my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to BE!
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
I ain`t tryna cocky wit it, but I`m a nigga from the block that did it
Got a nine that`s livid, I ain`t tryna see the box in prison
Getting knocked outta my position
Now I got a pot to piss in, pissed off motherfuckers` mouth off - bitchin
Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions
Get mad at the nigga that`s getting `em
That`s when he see the next nigga that`s hittin him
With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue
Dismiss you, in attempt to
Take me out my motherfuckin tempo nigga
[Chorus 2X]
LAY DOWN! (Lay down..)
I`m a man, man
I ain`t runnin, I`ma stand wit my gun in my hand
I got plans and a place to BE!
[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Niggaz get nauseated, a artist made it
Had it hard against odds and emancipated
To the floor I spit cause, god damn they hate it
To see the lady they dated caterin to the latest
Shadiest artist, up in my radius
Get faded with a plated revolver
Rated me R, haters get faded with horror
Erased, no fate for tomorrow
All cause he think he hard tough
Got a car cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush
I will never let `em give it to me
I gotta live to be one hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy
And receive my penalty, that`ll be the end of he
Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity
When I tell him to
[Chorus 2X]
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