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Song Details
Artist(s)
  • Obie Trice
  • Album(s)
  • Second Round's On Me (buy)
  • [Obie Trice]
    Here we go

    [Verse 1: Obie Trice]
    You could get popped; it's a possibility up in my vicinity
    Poppin off with that hostile energy
    In a hospital with a doctor getting in
    When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament
    Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped
    And I commence to spit, none of y'all exempt from it
    Spit, spit, passes from it
    You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet
    And I will never let 'em give it to me
    I gotta live to be one hundred and three
    Gotta reach my epitome, wanna seize my enemy
    And receive my penalty nigga

    [Chorus 2X]
    LAY DOWN! (Lay down..)
    I'm a man, man
    I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand
    I got plans and a place to BE!

    [Verse 2: Obie Trice]
    I ain't tryna cocky wit it, but I'm a nigga from the block that did it
    Got a nine that's livid, I ain't tryna see the box in prison
    Getting knocked outta my position
    Now I got a pot to piss in, pissed off motherfuckers' mouth off - bitchin
    Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions
    Get mad at the nigga that's getting 'em
    That's when he see the next nigga that's hittin him
    With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue
    Dismiss you, in attempt to
    Take me out my motherfuckin tempo nigga

    [Chorus 2X]
    LAY DOWN! (Lay down..)
    I'm a man, man
    I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand
    I got plans and a place to BE!

    [Verse 3: Obie Trice]
    Niggaz get nauseated, a artist made it
    Had it hard against odds and emancipated
    To the floor I spit cause, god damn they hate it
    To see the lady they dated caterin to the latest
    Shadiest artist, up in my radius
    Get faded with a plated revolver
    Rated me R, haters get faded with horror
    Erased, no fate for tomorrow
    All cause he think he hard tough
    Got a car cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush
    I will never let 'em give it to me
    I gotta live to be one hundred and three
    Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy
    And receive my penalty, that'll be the end of he
    Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity
    When I tell him to

    [Chorus 2X]

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