Lay You 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 ass 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 ass DOWN

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I´ve been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I´m fin ta Crip walk and put some mo´herfucking 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 it´s oops upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn´t walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I´ll start some bullshit and I´ma lay ya punk ass down

[Hook: 50 Cent]
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 ass 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 ass DOWN

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hittin niggas 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 niggas dissapear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don´t dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin
What´s in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I´m claimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that´s why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers
FUCK Y´ALL NIGGAS


[Hook: 50 Cent]
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 ass 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 ass DOWN

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
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

[Hook: 50 Cent]
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 ass 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 ass DOWN

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
A bitch know it´s a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don´t mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader´ll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin wit 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 CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don´t argue
I´ll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you´d prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day´s Christmas