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Lay Low
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Peace - what’s happenin’ rookie?

It’s been a while since I’ve been gone - I’m tryin to fall in

Ain’t nothin’ new, shit, I keep it mannish

It’s different now then when I was out - let’s examine



What’s happenin junior? What’s goin’ down?

How the women actin’? Heard you was crushin’ ‘em in the town

Look good don’t they - hell yeah, you shoulda saw

The ones last week at the mall - hella raw



And all trying to come up - like video queens

So fine they make some of us do the stupidest things

But be careful though, you’ll get caught up - know what you doin'

Fuck around and be a teenage pop - and life is ruined



How ya mama doin’? She cool? Is that right?

Seen ya sister last week at the bank - lookin’ tight

Keep your eyes on her - ‘cause niggas, nowadays

Always looking for some new ones to train - so many wayz



And I’m amazed - but not amused as such

We all brothers but some of us getting caught in the clutch

Another, day go by, another, day’s the same

Another, day of stife, I say a, prayer for change



But I can’t complain, and if I did so what?

The best we can do is try to find the truth and come up

I’m still bangin’ on these tracks still keep hope for us

Yeah I’m back, still rough on wax and still bustin’



Everybody gotta do they own thang

Seem the whole world goin’ insane

Before we see sun it’ll be rain

We lay low, we lay low, lay low



Everybody tryin’ to maintain

Brothers gonna work it out in the end

‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain

And they know, and they know, they know



What’s on ya mind? What, ya homie died?

Over what, some bull shit? Is that right

I known him since back in the days - we was tight

Used to date his older sister back in late '85



I just wonder why? This shit don’t make no sense

How many gotta die before these niggas convinced

Death is final every day for my people I’m prayin

Seen so many lose our futures fucked around by the game



A motherfuckin’ shame... Another life is ruined

Know you wanna ride but gunnin for them niggas is useless

See we all confused, damn - but everything is a test

Don’t let ego and emotions be the reason you slip



Cause though ya boys might all, fall for doin’ wrong

Friends drop like drawers, nobody mobbin’ like the law

And we don’t need no more in the pen or at war

It’s open season every brotha on the street is a target - believe



Everybody gotta do they own thang

Seem the whole world goin’ insane

Before we see sun it’ll be rain

We lay low, we lay low, lay low



Everybody tryin’ to maintain

Brothers gonna work it out in the end

‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain

And they know, and they know, they know



Now even though I’m anti-pop, I still rise

And though it seem it ain’t gon’ stop - I still rise

Above this bullshit hip-hop - I still rise

Supply - wise words disguised in rhyme verse



I curse - what these niggas is sayin’ ain’t nothin’ real

Just fairy tales of pimpin’ these sistas and making mail

I see ‘em pose, see the bitchy roles they play

See these videos is shitty - see the way we portrayed



See these sellin’out acts that’s sellin’ out rap

Bleed wanna be macks with powerhouse tracks

Redefine black manhood - defy the lie we rise up

Fuck this bullshit - survival or die



See em thuggin’ niggas muggin with that criminal pout

See ‘em frown in every photo - see that shit in they mouth

See ‘em tatted lookin’ battered chasin’ pussy and weed

They making hookers outtas queens - every video feed



I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack

Every record every act has gotcha thinkin’ it’s black

To act a fool chasin’ pussy like it’s hard to get

I see these crackas think it’s cool bein’ niggas for chips



I split jiggabo chins, analyze these trends

If it’s down to me and them I’m sendin’ flowers to kin

Ain’t nothin’ easy in this world - struggle makes the man

Don’t let these motherfuckas do you - understand the plan

and believe



Everybody gotta do they own thang

Seem the whole world goin’ insane

Before we see sun it’ll be rain

We lay low, we lay low, lay low



Everybody tryin’ to maintain

Brothers gonna work it out in the end

‘Till we get peace it’ll be pain

And they know, and they know, they know










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