truth And everyday's a Saturday to him he sleeps in to a quarter past noon What are you gonna do with your life friend? Can you actually comprehend some responsibility Get off
glass But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn I came to your party dressed as a shadow, without invitation, without a motive
Just wanna lay up, damn I need two minutes to rest, go 'head and take the Lex' out, scram Then it's beef in the jump off, 'cause I needed one off It's
yo, I'm tryin' to get it at any cost so it's no remorse When I'm blastin' off like you been askin' for it When Black step in the door all hats is off
, I'ma have to stand up Take game, I got grabbed up Asking me questions, interrogating The way the hatin', they just remind me of Satan Keep 'em motivating
guillotine So I was in the "cut supreme" Fifteen grams and some "greenodine" Ain't seen a block nigga since But now I'm off that
crack-a-lack, do it just like that Take a sip of this, *** have a puff of that You had enough of that? Yeah, give it right back Now lay your head back
been in this rap game for ten years, man I've been from hell and back, you know Frank But what's gon' have to do Is lay it down and lace it up like a
tha Shifts, 'cause tha thug, they creep, gon' flip it all tha reep, on tha midnight streets, where they play foe keeps, so fake soldiaz tha end Lay
proud to beg for your leg Let me push up in the thighs and fertilize your egg Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure Strip you down bare, lay
Money iz da motivation Facin' da avenue Back touchin' da wall Got da weed, got da gun Gotta run when I hear da bird call Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off Swerve off
[Lil' Wayne Talking:] Listen, my nigga Drama man this something I need you to do something else for them man, just to warm em up, and then lay it on
' Verse 1 [Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, your girlfriend blow me while I blow the stanky Then give me more head in the lab She keep me motivated Man I take my
off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shoulders Homey, who's takin over with soldiers, they can't control us They ain't understandin' my motives, hold up
the real let's go get this money fast Son I know how we gotta do this kid *shots fire* [Ghostface] Scrungy-head motherfucker Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Lay
with metaphors so my competitors can now check ya exit doors choice is yours Jesus reigns like when it pours the Lord God Most High superior these haters lay
across it Let's live forever no matter what it costs us Claustrophobic, lots of down talk Toss clothes in and turn it off Easily lost in moments Forgot the motives
