Layin In The Cut Lyrics - Cashis

Shady Cashis, King Mathers classic 

Lets go! 

(Verse 1) 

Im sittin back thinkin drinking, Im loaded and barely breathing 

Im spillin on the seats of my old skool black Lincoln 

Im ridin with a heat, off a pill and no speakin 

My best is level three, they say Em, Im not beating 

My mind is on the street, Marciano be tryna call me 

The penetentary, and my future cause Im falling 

My part of history is to follow the Lords calling 

But niggaz mess with me, till they all on the floor crawling 

Im poppin with no warning, Im hotter than global warming 

Im flooding the block with coke, knowing you all want it 

This life I was born in homie, Im ready and able 

To take a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my label 

Im daily prayin to Proof, he know Im telling the truth 

That I love King Mathers the way that he do 

Your legacy never through, cause we be ridin for you 

And if you niggaz out there really want them problems then move 

(Hook x2) 

I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut 

Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup 

They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus 

I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk 

(Verse 2) 

Im poppin a zannie to keep me humble, my family 

If Im sleep, they aint gotta deal with my constant insanity 

Im the sheek is it vanity, I walk and hit guaranteed 

Your bitch wanna mess with me, Im always addressin these 

Niggaz be testin me, so the law be arrestin me 

But I bail out fast, after an hour of questioning 

You dont know who I be, you aint seen MTV 

Maybe on BET, Im who you wanna be 

Im sittin here in the D, with Rugers and the nickel beams 

The Capo and Shady Cashis, forever remain a G 

Boss of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I spit it 

I cant change it, this is me 

Im tryna get out the street, and be in the industry 

But yall niggaz perpetrators, you gangsta pretend-to-bes 

Im off of this Ritalin, ecstasy and Hennessy 

Im a motherfuckin problem, you kinda remember me 

(Hook x2) 

I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut 

Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup 

They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus 

I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk 

(Verse 3) 

I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know that 

Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat 

I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know that 

Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat 

My patience is wearing thin, Im taking this Vicodin 

Now Im bout to be the nigga that nobody like again 

Niggaz in the studio dont wanna come write with him 

Cause you know when you hear me flow, Im writing like Eminem 

Was putting his life on my pen, you gotta write it again 

Im blowin dro in the wind, you can hear my first verse 

I know Im still a win, you niggaz is feminine 

Im good in any hood, from the Chucks to the Timberlands 

A venomous lyricist, who be livin it period. 

Runnin circles of riddles, now Im surrounding you idiots 

Its hard to survive, in this game of middlemen 

But I got supply, thatll bring the millions in 

(Hook x2) 

I be layin in the motherfuckin cut, cut 

Everybody wanna come and say whats up, yup 

They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus 

I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk 

King Mathers and Cashis 

Look what the fuck just happened. 

haha