Twista - He Lay

(feat. Liffy Stokes, Sko)

Chorus 3x's
He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay

Sko
L-E-G-I-T Ballaz
Screamin' stop killin' for dollars
From G-I, from the South to the Westside
From the D-I and where I love, Darkside
I forever got my pride
Forever guide my guys to a better mindstate or phase
To replace all the wicked ideas erased
All the fears about the payroll
What you say Lo about Sko
We representin' the Chi, do or die for real
caps gettin' twist off they tops for real
The conflict's in the hearts of many men for real
The convicts in the Pen holdin' plenty steel
know they house bigger but they play in the field
Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though
Let my brother fat folk
I thrill for the kill
Smoke me a ?
Never runnin' from the mill boy I'm runnin' the field
It's the eternal Lord feel cemeteries revealed
Prophecies prophetcized stuff bein' fulfilled
And to another man I'll never kneel
Until I see Allah, fate's comin' from the wheel
And baby girl, you can check it you can dig it here
If yo nigg* try to test it, you can bet it he'll
Be in a grave he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay

Chorus 2x's

Liffy Stokes
It's Liffy Stokes with the sticky smoke
Quick to shoot a muth*fka down if he choke
Never see me in yo city broke
In the club spendin' 50 notes
Leave with 50 girls and 50 Folks
And we all tote scopes
Guarded like the Pope cause we got that bomb on the dope
G-stacks in our coat
ask, we ain't hoes
Just to afloat with me, I'm livin' lovely
Baby come on and relax with a Folk
All my mackateers know why we ride down
Cliqued-up pick the b*tch up bumpin' sounds, hurtin' the whole town
With raw pound all around me ya dig, the sounds off like a live round
22's on Fleet, peep my shine now
I got a whole fkin' nation that'll ride out
And put yo lights out in a matter of minutes young nigg*
So it's best for you to be closin' yo fkin' mouth
Before I pull out and bust slugs in yo ass
You lucky yo b*tch here, that's why I'm givin' you a pass
nigg* haul as* before I up and blast with no mask
And blow off you bit of mustache with yo tough ass
s**t everybody's bustin' down
My fallin' off all around
Before I go, I got my 50-rounds
To blaze a nigg* before I hit the ground
He lay

Chorus

Sko
It's really gettin' hot on the block
got they glocks, sellin' they rocks
But my mind prepared to get this muth*fkin' knot
So a nigg* ain't scared to put a nigg* in the box
If I gotta drop him down in the grave
In the grave he gon' lay-he
Cause this s**t don't stop, I shut 'me down everyday
Everyday anyway he, anyway he
If he grown or not, wrong or not
better shake the spot and praise Allah
Don't let me see yo face nowhere by the peace Allah
A laundry mat, better have they glocks c*cked off
Ready to blast off and get yo as* popped off
With 10 hot ones when I draw from ?? when I smash off over there
It's blood on the curb over there
And them that be actin' like nerds over there
And my that be flippin' plenty birds over there
For them that be gettin' on my nerves over there
For my brothers that be gettin' plenty dirt over there
For them ?? broads with all that weave in they hair
Who ain't got no walls, p*ssy like bees in the air
She dropped them draws and then I zoomed outta there
Cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself
And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself
I don't need no mob to make me feel like myself
I don't need no job, I'll make these G's by myself
I'ma be aight, breakin' my hands to the left
I can see aight, I smell death on yo brea-ea-ea-ea-eath

Chorus 4x's

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