Souljah Boy - Low Down lyrics

(Souljah Boy) Me low down, low down, low down Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthaf**a My muthaf**in' n***a Souljah Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down You know what it is? Mo Thug click Rollin' too damn thick, n***a What you hoes wanna do? Ride, ride? Die, die? What it is, n***a What it is (Chours) We low down, low down dirty shame n***as actin' strange Catch a clip to the f**in' brain Shoot 'em down, now (Souljah Boy) Souljah Boy off in this muthaf**a Cause to point out the b**h-made s**as Thinkin' they gotta enough heat to rush us I'm a dust your a** off with the blink of an eye You n***as gotta die Don't ask me why But still I try With the vibes that I Be givin', makin' money Gettin Spittin Ya'll sh**tin Down to the f**in' white meat You hoes wanna find me And my n***a Layzie Bone (...?...) Ain't no comin' back, comin' back Give me some of that good sh** you smokin' Got me gigged up Heat it up Lit it up I'm straight locin' I'm hopin' that all y'all bustas got time to play My n***a Tombstone Krayzie Bone Swing around your way Your way (Chours 2x) (Krayzie) Now what if we banged your brain Put 'em in a coffin, and that's where they lay? n***a, wanna row the boat to get chromed Dump 'em in the river Now, that's how we play Hey, murdered them n***as that's plottin' to rob me Hollow point top in your body n***a fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg Leavin' you stiff and cold n***a, what ya gonna do when The muthaf**in' thugstas come for you? You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi n***a fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do Runnin' with a n***a with finger on his trigger When I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition Hit 'em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya They miss 'em Hey, we down with the swangin' No fake entertainin' We quick when to f**-a you up, oh my! Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens We load 'em and shoot for your head. You die! n***as, they better test me Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.] We leavin' 'em headless Respect them Clair playas, b**h (Chours) (Souljah Boy) I'm on a mission [mission] I'm swift when I empty my clip You oughta' beat your a** Real fast to safety, man If a soldier's about to rip You get lit, get hit As I split your sh** Ain't worried 'bout a n***a tellin' Yellin' muthaf**in' thangs All you b**hes [soldiers] gon' lay stiff As I shift with my grip off into a whole new level (Krayzie) Gon' on my click, and now you're dead wrong [dead wrong] Rest in peace They seem to be creepin' up on me lately f** it, let's all go crazy Sell weed daily And we ready My thugstas love When we buck buck Put 'em underground, f** 'em Krayzie release them shells I say, "say f** it, let's all go to Hell," Cause I got my money My pistol My reefer Never forget my thugs, what? Hey, we slay We spray (Souljah Boy) We pray everyday But still I see that you and me Just don't mix So I grab my grip I'm a k** your click That's the end of this sh** So don't you ever In your muthaf**in' life try to test me Steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife You better respect me Or I won't think twice I'm k**in' your wife Your b**h get sniped just like Wesley Don't test me Don't press me Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G (Krayzie/Souljah Boy) Yeah, n***as [n***a, yeah n***a] Yeah, ho-a** n***as, y'all muthaf**as [sh**.] ain't ready for this muthaf**in' real thug sh** [That's the sh** n***as ain't ready.] Bone shut sh** down [Shut sh** down!], completely down! [Completely down!] You hoes didn't know? [Huh?] You gotta recognize St.Clair Wasteland, n***a [Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers] Ho-a** muthaf**in' b**hes I'm ready to k** 'em! Can you feel that?