Game Lay Low Lyrics

Lay Low Lyrics

Verse 1 - Techniec

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In the rain with the beat, stashed
with the heat,

smashed in the seat, sinking and thinking ya'll know the
way I rhyme,

I'm a raw shined up, flossed out rhymed up,

get your
wife good and ball it out till your time up.

Want to kill him quick?, put
him in a filthy ditch,

rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch.

Wasn't for the flows,

wouldn't be no hoes jocking and breaking their
necks to get your's,

so I suppose, rockin' show, knocking hoes,

flockin, I'm clocking dough, I control,

rock-n-roll, with soldiers on
lock-n-load,

and they come through shoot it up,

fist fight, threw
it up,

terrorize the future, truly number one who was us.

No
question we'll bust glocks in fast cars,

blocks in Nascars, couple of bad
brahs.

We got a few with us, none 50 trust,

you bitches hit the bus,
you niggas ease up.





Chorus - The Game

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I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit,

she's
Tony Yayo,

and they kicked him out the house that's the reason why he
running his lips,

he's on 50's payroll.

You want to die all you
gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,

Mr. Yayo.

You niggas
snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,

I ain't the
po-po.





Verse 2 - Techniec

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You rap
guys better stick to rap,

cause colliding with hood niggas that spit
it

will get you so call killas clapped.

And you'll think it's the
fans,

but my niggas got the M 1 Sixes, get loose in the stands,

Techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge and 4 4 long deuce-deuce in
his pants.

So I'ma just fall back, nigga I could lose you for a
grand,

no gunpowder, residue in the hand. 

They want to see Tech
fly, they rather see Tech in the can,

I spit grams, till the check in the
hand,

when the Tec in the hand, respect my demand,

or I'll find your
set in a jam when the Tec will go blam!





Chorus - The
Game

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I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click
talking shit,

she's Tony Yayo,

and they kicked him out the house
that's the reason why he running his lips,

he's on 50's payroll.

You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,

Mr.
Yayo.

You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit
chain,

I ain't the po-po.



Verse 3 - The Game

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Drive-by, violator in the Bentley coupe,

ghost town
outside, ain't nobody to shoot.

They call me Noman for all the heads I
shot,

they call you state evidence for all the dime's y'all dropped.

Real love cause I'm a million dollar killa,

got banana clips for you so
called gorillas.

G-Unit cap peeling till I  D I E,

you looking for
me, Southern Cali is where I be.





Chorus - The Game

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I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking
shit,

she's Tony Yayo,

and they kicked him out the house that's the
reason why he running his lips,

he's on 50's payroll.

You want to
die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,

Mr. Yayo.

You
niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,

I ain't
the po-po.