Low Down

<br>(Souljah Boy)<br>Me low down, low down, low down.<br>Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthafucka,<br>my muthafuckin` nigga.<br>Souljah Boy `bout to shut you hoes down.<br>You know what it is?<br>Mo Thug click<br>rollin` too damn thick, nigga.<br>What you hoes wanna do?<br>Ride, ride?<br>Die, die?.<br>What it is, nigga.<br>What it is.<br><br>(Chours)<br><br>We low down, low down dirty shame,<br>niggas actin` strange,<br>catch a clip to the fuckin` brain.<br>Shoot `em down, now.<br><br>(Souljah Boy)<br>Souljah Boy off in this muthafucka,<br>`cause to point out the bitch-made suckas,<br>thinkin` they gotta enough heat to rush us.<br>I`m a dust your ass off with the blink of an eye.<br>You niggas gotta die.<br>Don`t ask me why,<br>but still I try<br>with the vibes that I<br>be givin`, makin` money,<br>gettin,<br>spittin,<br>ya`ll shittin,<br>down to the fuckin` white meat.<br>You hoes wanna find me<br>and my nigga Layzie Bone (...?...).<br>Ain`t no comin` back, comin` back,<br>give me some of that good shit you smokin`,<br>got me gigged up,<br>heat it up,<br>lit it up,<br>I`m straight locin`.<br>I`m hopin` that all y`all bustas got time to play.<br>My nigga Tombstone,<br>Krayzie Bone,<br>swing around your way,<br>your way.<br><br>(Chours 2x)<br><br>(Krayzie)<br>Now what if we banged your brain,<br>put `em in a coffin, and that`s where they lay?<br>Nigga, wanna row the boat to get chromed,<br>dump `em in the river.<br>Now, that`s how we play.<br>Hey, murdered them niggas that`s plottin` to rob me.<br>Hollow point top in your body.<br>Nigga fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,<br>leavin` you stiff and cold.<br>Nigga, what ya gonna do when<br>the muthafuckin` thugstas come for you?<br>You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi.<br>Nigga fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do.<br>Runnin` with a nigga with finger on his trigger,<br>when I catch `em, I fill `em with ammunition.<br>Hit `em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya,<br>they miss `em.<br>Hey, we down with the swangin`,<br>no fake entertainin`.<br>We quick when to fuck-a you up, oh my!<br>Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens,<br>we load `em and shoot for your head. You die!<br>Niggas, they better test me.<br>Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]<br>We leavin` `em headless.<br>Respect them Clair playas, bitch.<br><br>(Chours)<br><br>(Souljah Boy)<br>I`m on a mission [mission].<br>I`m swift when I empty my clip.<br>You oughta` beat your ass<br>real fast to safety, man,<br>if a soldier`s about to rip.<br>You get lit, get hit,<br>as I split your shit.<br>Ain`t worried `bout a nigga tellin`,<br>yellin` muthafuckin` thangs.<br>All you bitches [soldiers] gon` lay stiff,<br>as I shift with my grip off into a whole new level.<br><br>(Krayzie)<br>Gon` on my click, and now you`re dead wrong [dead wrong].<br>Rest in peace.<br>They seem to be creepin` up on me lately.<br>Fuck it, let`s all go crazy,<br>sell weed daily,<br>and we ready.<br>My thugstas love<br>when we buck buck,<br>put `em underground, fuck `em.<br>Krayzie release them shells.<br>I say, "say fuck it, let`s all go to Hell,"<br>`cause I got my money,<br>my pistol,<br>my reefer,<br>never forget my thugs, what?<br>Hey, we slay.<br>We spray.<br><br>(Souljah Boy)<br>We pray everyday,<br>but still I see that you and me<br>just don`t mix,<br>so I grab my grip.<br>I`m a kill your click,<br>that`s the end of this shit.<br>So don`t you ever<br>in your muthafuckin` life try to test me<br>steppin` like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife.<br>You better respect me,<br>or I won`t think twice.<br>I`m killin` your wife.<br>Your bitch get sniped just like Wesley,<br>don`t test me,<br>don`t press me.<br>Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G.<br><br>(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)<br><br>Yeah, niggas [Nigga, yeah nigga]. <br>Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y`all muthafuckas <br>[Shit.] ain`t ready for this muthafuckin` real thug shit. <br>[That`s the shit. <br>Niggas ain`t ready.] Bone shut shit down <br>[Shut shit down!], completely down! <br>[completely down!] You hoes didn`t know? [Huh?] <br>You gotta recognize. <br> St.Clair Wasteland, nigga. <br>[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, <br>soldiers, soldiers, soldiers] <br>Ho-ass muthafuckin` bitches. <br>I`m ready to kill `em! Can you feel that?