Layin’ in the Cut Ca$his

[Intro]
Yeah!
Shady, Ca$his, King Mathers
Classic, let's go

[Verse 1]
I'm sittin' back, thinkin', drinkin', I'm loaded and barely breathin' (Yeah)
I'm spillin' on the seats of my old school black Lincoln (Yeah)
I'm riding with the heat, off a pill and never speaking (Yeah)
My vest is Level III, thanks to Em, I'm not bleedin' (Yeah)
My mind is on the street, Marciano be tryna call me
Penitentiary in my future 'cause I'm falling (Yeah)
My part of history is to follow the Lord's calling (Yo, yo, yo)
But niggas mess with me 'til they all on the floor crawlin'
I'm poppin' with no warnin', I'm hotter than global warmin'
I'm floodin' the block with coke, knowin' you all want it (Yeah)
This life I was born in, homie, I'm ready and able
To take a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my label
I'm daily prayin' to Proof, he know I'm tellin' the truth
That I love King Mathers the way that he do
Your legacy never through (Yeah), 'cause we be ridin' for you (Yeah)
And if you niggas out there really want them problems then move

[Hook]
I be layin' in the motherfuckin' cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say wassup, yeah
They know I always keep a motherfuckin' blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk
I be layin' in the motherfuckin' cut, cut
Everybody wanna come and say wassup, yeah
They know I always keep a motherfuckin' blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump, punk