Low Down

low down, low down, low down
yeah(yeah)yeah(yeah)
krayzie bone up in this motherfker
My muth*fkin nigg*(my muth*fkin nigg*)
Soulja boy, bout to shut you hoes down
You know what it is, Mo' Thug clique rollin to d*mn thick
What you hoes wanna do? die(die)die(die)
what it is nigg* (what it is) what it is...We

(hook)
low down, low down dirty shame, actin strange
catch a clip to tha fkin brain x2

soulja boy
Soulja boy, up in this mothafka,
so point out the b*tch made suckas,
who think they got enough heat to rush us.
i'ma dust ya as* off in the blink of an eye,
you gotta die, don't ask me why,
but still I try with the vibe
that i be gettin make y'all wanna get in ya s**t
down to the fkin racket
you hoes wanna find me, my nigg* layzie bone
wit pine trees, like light see
ain't no comin back, gimme some of that, good s**t you smokin
got me geeked up, heat it up, heat it up,
straight up and i'm hopin
that all y'all bustas got time to play,
my , who stoned, krayzie bone
movin around your way, (your way)

(hook x2)

krayzie
We banged your brain, put em in a coffin
and dats where they lay, nigg* wanna roll wit bone get chromed,
put em in a river now that's how we play.
Murderin the m is startin to arouse me
hollow points all in your body,
nigg* fittin to bless your soul
wit a 12 gauge mossberg leavin you stiff and cold.
What'cha gonna do, when the muth*fkin
? come for you?
ya snooze, ya lose,ya catch this uzi,
nigg* betta shoot tha po-po too, and we do
runnin wit a nigg* wit his finger on the trigga
when i catch em i fill em wit ammunition
hit em with the bullet, my rhythm, did it get ya,
then miss em, hey,
we down wit wit da swngin, no fakin, we quickin to
fkin you up, oh my
guages and uzis and .357's we load em and
shoot for your head, ya die
nigg* they betta not test me, leathaface be
quick to pull out this weapon,
hey, we leavin em headless,
respect them St. Clair players b*tch

(hook x2)

soulja boy
on a mission, I'm swift to empty my clip
ya oughta be fast to run for safety, man
tha souljas bout to rip, ya lit
get hit, i split, witcha s**t
aint worried about a nigg* tellin me a fkin thing
cuz all these girls run they lip
cuz i'ma shift, my grip, off into a whole new level

krayzie
fk wit my clique you know you dead wrong
(dead wrong, dead wrong)
rest in peace has seemed to be creepin up on me lately
fk it, lets all go crazy, see we daily and we ready
my thugsta's love when we buck-buck, put em on the ground,
fk em, krayzie released them shells,
i say fk it let's all go to hell,
cuz i got my money, my pistol, my reefer,
never forget my thugs, whuh? Hey, we slay, we spray

soulja boy
we pray, everyday,
cuz when i see that you and me just don't mix
so i grab i grip (i grab my grip)
I'ma kill your clique (i'ma kill your clique)
that's the end to this s**t.
so don't you ever, in your life, try to test me
standin like rambo with this bullet-proof vest and my knife,
you better respect me and my threats, or i'm killin your wife
your b*tch get slap just like wesley
don't test me, don't press me, krayzie bone open up their chest, G.

soulja boy and krayzie
yeah nigg*, yeah boy-hoe as*
y'all muth*fkas ain't ready for this muth*fkin real thug s**t
ain't ready(krayzie bone)we shuttin s**t down
(shut s**t down!) shut s**t down, completly down!
you hoes didn't know? you better recognize
y'all fittin to get stomped nigg*
wasteland, wasteland, wasteland
hoe as* , we fit to kill em!
wasteland (repeat till end)