"LOW DOWN"
SOULJAH BOY featuring Krayzie Bone
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthafucka, my muthafuckin' nigga.
Souljah Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down. You know what it is?
Mo Thug click rollin' too damn thick, nigga.
What you hoes wanna do? Ride, ride? Die, die?.
What it is, nigga. What it is.
We low down, low down dirty shame, niggas actin' strange, catch a clip to
the fuckin' brain. Shoot 'em down, now.
Souljah Boy:
Souljah Boy off in this muthafucka, 'cause to point out the bitch-made suckas,
thinkin' they gotta enough heat to rush us. I'm a dust your ass off
with the blink of an eye. You niggas gotta die. Don't ask me
why, but still I try with the vibes that I be givin', makin' money, gettin',
spittin', ya'll shittin', down to the fuckin' white meat. You hoes
wanna find me and my nigga Layzie Bone (...?...). Ain't no comin' back,
comin' back, give me some of that good shit you smokin', got me gigged up,
heat it up, lit it up, I'm straight locin'. I'm hopin' that all y'all
bustas got time to play. My nigga Tombstone, Krayzie Bone, swing around
your way, your way.
Low down, low down dirty shame, niggas actin' strange, catch a clip to the
fuckin' brain.
Shoot 'em down, now.
Krayzie:
Now what if we banged your brain, put 'em in a coffin, and that's where they
lay? Nigga, wanna row the boat to get chromed, dump 'em in the river.
Now, that's how we play. Hey, murdered them niggas that's plottin'
to rob me. Hollow point top in your body. Nigga fin to bless
your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg, leavin' you stiff and cold. Nigga,
what ya gonna do when the muthafuckin' thugstas come for you? You snooze,
you lose, you catch this uzi. Nigga fin to shoot the po-po, too,
and we do. Runnin' with a nigga with finger on his trigger, when I
catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition. Hit 'em with the bullet and
I really meant to get ya, they miss 'em. Hey, we down with the swangin',
no fake entertainin'. We quick when to fuck-a you up, oh my! Gauges
and uzis and three fifty-sevens, we load 'em and shoot for your head. You
die! Niggas, they better test me. Leatherface quick when he pull
out this weapon. [Hey.] We leavin' 'em headless.
Respect them Clair playas, bitch.
Low down, low down dirty shame, niggas actin' strange, catch a clip to the
fuckin' brain.
Shoot 'em down, now.
Souljah Boy:
I'm on a mission [mission]. I'm swift when I empty my clip. You
oughta' beat your ass real fast to safety, man, if a soldier's about to rip.
You get lit, get hit, as I split your shit. Ain't worried 'bout
a nigga tellin', yellin' muthafuckin' thangs. All you bitches [soldiers]
gon' lay stiff, as I shift with my grip off into a whole new level.
Krayzie:
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead wrong [dead wrong]. Rest
in peace. They seem to be creepin' up on me lately. Fuck
it, let's all go crazy, sell weed daily, and we ready. My thugstas
love when we buck buck, put 'em underground, fuck 'em. Krayzie release
them shells. I say, "say fuck it, let's all go to Hell," 'cause I got
my money, my pistol, my reefer, never forget my thugs, what? Hey, we
slay. We spray.
Souljah Boy:
We pray everyday, but still I see that you and me just don't mix, so I grab
my grip.
I'm a kill your click, that's the end of this shit.
So don't you ever in your muthafuckin' life try to test me steppin' like
Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife. You better respect
me, or I won't think twice. I'm killin' your wife. Your bitch
get sniped just like Wesley, don't test me, don't press me. Krayzie
Bone will open up they chest, G.
Krayzie/Souljah Boy:
Yeah, niggas [Nigga, yeah nigga]. Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y'all
muthafuckas [Shit.] ain't ready for this muthafuckin' real thug shit.
[That's the shit. Niggas ain't ready.] Bone shut shit down [Shut
shit down!], completely down! [completely down!] You hoes didn't know?
[Huh?] You gotta recognize. St.Clair Wasteland, nigga. [Wasteland,
wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, soldiers, soldiers, soldiers] Ho-ass
muthafuckin' bitches. I'm ready to kill 'em! Can you feel that?
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