grave He moves -- he moves with the sound And he'll fight until they lay him in the ground Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm The gator rides low in the water
' heat as I bring anger And release more danger from my chamber The evil in my blood is possessed So I creep low from the back slow and push lead through
3: See one of my homboys he's doin' good He started life over Another homboy not so good He slid now life's over He was supposed to be gettin' married In february Now he
. He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in Hell. On
'cause i left another dog in the back yard an he jab wit the left an he hit hard (but I break off) (Chorus) And thats why I stay low 'cause the world
his shield down Four walked in, they're crazy paid up Sharp but straight up Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those Lay-Low's what they called
better yet just, let the dog loose So he could fetch, goin' to Vegas to see what he catch Ain't gonna be no cases Just tell him what he faces and watch him snitch While I lay
And it feel they don't feel what I feel, then I fill Them up with bullet lead, two to the head Then I lay them in graves that I dig just for them, yes
that boy Po-yo they dont know, that D-mo fixin to break em off but he doin it slow and that boy Moe, he steady hummin Keke said he comin Im gone come
his navel nothing can save you even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know those that are most faithful, will betray you I lay lo-key cause
grave and sodding death is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
In a foreign field, he lay Lonely soldier, unknown grave On his dying words, he prays Tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through
bring the dead body funk I'm goin for the dunk, a motherfuckin head hunta I'm takin aim, I got my eyes on the prize Everybody drop low to the ground
ride would be his last Full often from the saddle He had caught the trailing rope To pick her up at full speed Was now his only hope He swung low from
my slacks From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em like bravo
tell no lies Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop Killed off the sucker right there he didn
miss you Jahova know the god that served ya Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's Murda [Ja Rule] Shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now Cause
