Lay You Down-G-Unit

[Intro: 50 Cent] G-Unit, they ain't ready AHHHH! [Chorus: 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 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! [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'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 niggas 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 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 motherf**kers wanna jump bad now I'll start some b******t and I'ma lay ya punk a** down [Chorus] [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 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 & 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 a** 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 F**K Y'ALL NIGGAS [Chorus] [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... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] A b**ch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her Ni**a all I got is hot sh*t the kids call me Dr. Pepper And I don't mean a soda The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya a** up like yoga Your f**kin 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, b**ch I don't argue I'll leave a print in your a** from a karate kick Them niggas 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 [Close: 50 Cent] Sh*t! Pull That Back!