Lay Down Streetlife (Ft. Killa Sin)

[Verse 1: Streetlife]
Sniff on this good shit, that got your eyes swollen
Your nose strippin', what's that shit you sippin'
My mind's trippin', sometimes I feel I'm slippin'
I feel like slippin' a clip in and start flippin'
I figured you out (yeah) I got reasonable doubt
You'se a loud mouth, that's not what a thug is about
You'se a homo nigga, that just caught a deal
Just because you got money, don't make you real
I tell it like it is, because, this is how I feel
Just because you got guns, don't mean you kill
Just because your top drop, don't make you hot
Braggin' about what got, might get you shot

[Chorus: Streetlife]
Yo-yo-yo-yo, yo, fuck 'em! Leave 'em face down
Yeah! Side up, from the waist down
Yup! He's sized up for the grave now
Lay down, nigga, just stay down

[Verse 2: Killa Sin]
We like four steps ahead of you, dick
You small claims court, we federal
Style's want investibles, quit actin' like you never knew
Bitch nigga vegetable stew, no beef
All this proceeds, for the gold teeth and more grief
Man I told you they was gonna sleep, Street
Never mind heat for these freaks
Catch Cooley on High like Cochise
Make 'em scream, going from yelling O.G. to Oh Jesus
Can't believe this mothafucka knocked out my gold teeth
Just pardon me, god, for using your name in vein
But it's like these salt watered card niggas spoiled the game
Your money and fame, won't bury all the worry and pain
When I hot rock pop and rock the side of your brain