Lay Low

I'm ghetto famous, biatch!

For the nigga who be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick, talkin' shit

He better lay low

For the bitch that said I shot some

Shit up outta my dick, now she sick

She better lay low

For the niggas who be claimin' my hood and really ain't but my gang

Better lay low

I hope he don't be thinkin' I'm just talkin' and I won't do a thang

Really hope so

S.O.G., yeah it's still a block thang

Mothafuckas still hatin' on my damn name

I give a fuck though, I stay thuggin'

Ain't got no choice but to keep it 100

I'm G'd up in my 501's

In my all black Chevy representin' AZ

The cops try to sweat but I skee-skrrt on 'em

Dip to another dope house, make the drop on 'em

And then I'm back to the spot

Mothafuckas get mad cause they hoes get got

Mothafuckas get mad cause they ass get caught

Wanna catch a little feelin', maybe talk to the cops

It's that loud mothafucka always likin' to talk

Put his dick in a bitch with that pillow talk

It's the 7th Ave. homie, ain't a damn thing changed

Except for fake mothafuckas that'll have the shake, uh

I rise, it was no surprise, I always knew these fools would trip

Hatin', fakin', schemin' on mine and on the down low talkin' shit

Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose

So lay low cause you might be bruised, top story on the evening news

I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em, lay low

Lay down on the floor (Lay down on the floor)

I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this, let me know

That's what I came for (What I came for)

Hood fitted every time that I hit the streets

You can catch me in the Y out doin' my thing

Hustle mine across town, deserve homie

Had to bounce from my course so I stays with heat

A heavy weight in this game, I roll with the sickest

Holdin' shit down, bring a door off its hinges

The street vibe itchin', on my grind chasin'

Spendin' 12 bars just to make these payments