Lay Down Da Law

Lil' O

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    [Intro]
    Can't stop, playa I refuse to lose
    Shed many tears over years, see I paid my dues
    I won't stop, see survival ain't no joke
    Cause I'd rather be dead, than live my whole life broke
    And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (yeah)
    And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (come on)
    And I can't stop (yeah), and I won't stop (huh)
    And I can't stop (what), y'all know who this is

    [Lil' O]
    Haters yell mama-mia, when I drop the top yelling Southsi' for li'
    Hop out the two seater, with a bad bitch named Kanchita
    Let the eater, play a peter
    I'm a Southside super playa, you marks like it deeper
    Southwest block bleeder, (you ain't shit) stop lying
    Hater quit crying, cause you see starched and ironed
    But I ain't gon trip, I understand why you hate us
    We hopping out of bubble X, wearing alligators
    Dirty South heavy weighter, Fat Rat with the Cheese
    Went from fifty packs to fifty stacks, I'm holding the streets
    Holding my heat, it ain't sweet boy I still get's raw
    But I don't shoot boys no more, I send killers for y'all
    You can find me at the bar, baby busting bottles open
    But bar none boys around me, all these bitches scoping
    Knowing I ain't gotta ask, tonight I'm hitting them skins
    I dedicate this to the D.A., and the guards in the Penn

    [Hook - 2x]
    I'ma ball till I fall, drink some Cristal
    Hit some jazzy broads, trick up in the mall
    See flicks we never saw, make these haters drop they jaws
    Like the cash on my ass, I'ma lay down the law

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    [Lil' O]
    Now it's twenty inches, on a six hundred Benz
    Plus the license and insurance, I got corners to bend
    I got money to spend, a lot of bitches few friends
    I'm trying to ball till I fall, addicted to Benjamins
    We the movers and the shakers, the heavy hitters
    They heavyweighters the bitch breakers, the ki bakers
    You can't mistake us, for the fakers
    We thugging baby, in the Dirty South Houston Tex chunk calling grace
    I keep the blades on the Range Ro', hit some blocks
    Open the roof, let the sunshine hit my rocks
    I'm in the church every Sunday, thanking God for my stock
    No one performs against me, shall prosper I can't stop
    Bust your glock if you feel me, went from nothing to known
    Loading model bitches numbers, in my cellular phone
    Before I let the jackers get me, I'll be blasting my chrome
    Knowing God blessed the child, that can hold his own

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Lil' O]
    One day I'll be the biggest of the bosses, like Colassis see me flossing
    In Rolls Royces packing Nina Ross's, back to back Ferarri horses
    Take no shorts no losses, I make choices in life
    Ball till I fall hustle hard, shine in the face of the shife
    And if these haters take my life, know that I died as a hustler
    And bury me in my gators, bald faded shining my clusters
    See these busters laughed at me, didn't cry stayed humble
    See if you struggle then you hustle, so I grinded and chuckled
    Then I showed up blowed up, put it in they face
    Then put em in a coffin, I mean put em in they place
    Cause they tried to get raw, but them boys got baked
    Cause I could look into they eyes, and just tell they was gay
    Ain't nothing fake, about this
    Whoever ain't down, getting taken out quick
    And if rap don't work, it's back to breaking down bricks
    And running up in spots and just taking y'all shit, I'm serious bout my chips

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Lil' O]
    Still can't stop, still won't stop - 10x

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    Composición: O. Magnus-Lawson

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