Lay You Down

[Intro: 50 Cent]

G-Unit

They ain't ready

Ahhhh!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I, don't know what you been thinkin'

Don't know what you been drinkin'

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down

Don't know what you been thinkin'

Don't know what you been drinkin'

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I've been out in L.A. with Dre and Snoop for so long

I'm finna Crip walk and put some muhfuckin' khakis on (Uh huh)

Man that's aight, man I ain't got nuttin' to prove

I'm rich but I still live like I got nuttin' to lose

Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin'

I don't know what you been thinkin'

But get outta line, Snoop's upside ya head

The media they write whatever they choose (Yea!)

And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news (Whaaaat!)

These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes

Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin' my dues

They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin' (Woooo!)

Well tell them niggas they'll get popped, they should stop frontin'

You heard of me but do you know how I get down

Stay with a vest on, roll with a couple tre-pounds

In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now

Start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I, don't know what you been thinkin'

Don't know what you been drinkin'

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down

Don't know what you been thinkin'

Don't know what you been drinkin'

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down

[Verse 2: Young Buck & 50 Cent]

Hittin' niggas from long range for writin' the wrong thangs (Uh huh)

My name Young Buck but I look like a old mayn (Yea)

Just 'cause I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne (Woo!)

I make rap niggas disappear like Lil' Zane (Come on!)

See Buck been shot, but not more than 50

I don't dance, what I look like signin' with Diddy? (Yea!)

I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit with me

And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin' (Blaaaat) (Get 'em Buck)

What's in my hand? A K and 'bout a hundred and sixty

Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip

Crips and Bloods (What's up nigga) they show me love like I'm claimin' a set

These industry niggas know they better pay me my cheque (Wooo!)

I get a kick outta seein' these broke ass rappers

Ten people showed up, that's why your show got cancelled (Yea!)

50 whatever they did to the kid is handled

Niggas callin' for these features but they get no answers

Fuck y'all niggas

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I, don't know what you been thinkin'

Don't know what you been drinkin'

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down

Don't know what you been thinkin'

Don't know what you been drinkin'

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down

[Bridge: 50 Cent]

Everywhere we go

Guess who's number one

We won't stop

Every Billboard chart

(We number one, number one, number one)

Man we own that slot

We won't stop

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I, don't know what you been thinkin'

Don't know what you been drinkin'

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down

Don't know what you been thinkin'

Don't know what you been drinkin'

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass down

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]

A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her

Nigga all I got is hot shit, the kids call me Dr. Pepper (Ahhh!)

And I don't mean a soda (No)

The 16 top shot loader'll (Uh huh)

Bend ya ass up like yoga (Yea!)

Fuckin' with a soldier

Sellin' tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder (Ahhh!)

So please keep talkin' (Go 'head)

So we can spread your feet

And have you on your boulevard C-Walkin' (Go, go, go)

The birds keep hawkin', why?

'Cause I'm heard in every CD (Go, go, go) and Walkman from D.C. to Boston

I laugh (Go, go, go) at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue (No) (Go, go, go)

I leave a print in your ass from a karate kick (Ahhh!)

The niggas (Go, go, go) that I be with, got guns on the big body tip (Go, go, go)

And if they pull out you'd prolly shit (Go, go, go)

Jeweler got me in heavy gray pictures (Uh huh)

Plus I light up trees like everyday's Christmas

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Ohhh, shit!

Pull that back