[Chorus:]

Somebody gon red cross

Bullets take yo head off

Cuz we strapped better lay it off [x2]

Laying in the dirt, you'll be better off [x4]

[Verse 1:]

Laying in the dirt, laying in the dirt

Nigga caught a mean on for playing with the word

I pump from the PM to the AM on the first

Nigga violate then he ain't staying on this earth

Got the block jump'n er'body hustle

All hit the club at night, er'body bussing

Standing on couch, er'body gusting

Yo bitch in our section, er'body fucking

I just want the paper, 40 with the laser

Looking like i pulled the Cyclops out the blazer

Bla bla, hit a nigga with a head shot

Bla bla, we be gone before his legs drop

Hit him and be ghosts, no mercy for the broke

I'm banging with some gunners, I'm banging with some lopes

I gotta couple bloods at that beach [?]

He thinking its a joke until he end up in the scope

Let it go

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[Verse 2:]

Own it like I want it, don't go in it the house is [?]

6 feet in the dirt with only flowers on it

His momma standing by and denying the fact he gone

Gonna got his head flown, ended up dead wrong

Quick draw my [?], get shit popping off

See rag on my face, load the choppers Mook

Don't shoot, I'm the spook who sat by the front door

With the chrome, desert eagle, 44

Let me begin by say I'm a gladiator

If you don't get that [?] on the planet for later

And shot him with that [?]

Young wildebeest got eaten by a alligator

I'm a lion in the jungle with these Hyena

Pigs in branches sending me subpoenas

Ditching this nigga, put a clip in this nigga

My superman business see the bitch in the nigga

I knock yo motherfucking head off

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[Verse 3:]

Laying in the dirt you'll be better off

Play Russian roulette with all my enemies and I never lost

I'm [?] like what you bring that 30 for

I got the street sweeper for each one a yo dirty floors

This big shit, skip the backup

I break a car apart, I call it the reaper snapper

You making song bout how you gon hit me after

Opened up, inside is sweet... candy wrapper

Still got the money in a mattress

I'm telly Riley, turn his head to a classic

I done supply the funeral homes with so many caskets

I should probably pay taxes, dumb niggas with masses

I strike and make it hot

Niggas never learned not to play with matches

Put a bounty on yo head cuz I napkin

Take yo hat off like Rex when he rapping

Easy

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