Lay Down Lyrics - Second Round's On Me - Obie Trice

[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 

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[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 

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[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]