Lay U Flat - B-Real, Proof

Don’t any of you have the guts to pay for blood!

I’m your huckleberry

Alright, ah, ah

It’s your boy Big Proof, haha!

Aah, ayo I don’t care how y’all niggas wanna do this street shit

Nigga, you hear me?

I’ll put you out your misery.

One on one, y’all ain’t wit' it, gun for gun

Come and get it, come and get it

Y’all can’t walk in my shoe, dude

I’m the only motherfucker that fit it

One on one, y’all ain’t wit' it, gun for gun

Come and get it, come and get it

Y’all can’t walk in my shoe, dude

I’m the only motherfucker that fit it

Motherfucker I was born on this earth half-baked

You gon' see the 9, nigga, like an hour past 8

See me in your front porch wit' that Jason mask

Don’t make me get up, bitch, and chase yo' ass

So know right now, gotta respect yo' ass

My temper 'bout as quick as a Tec can blast

'Bout time PG came an' checked yo' ass

Three bars later still don’t respect yo' ass

Look, motherfucker, I don’t got' hear that noise

Talkin 'bout how you deep in the streets, now where them boys?

Out a motherfucker terrorist call me Taliban

Niggas that see me on TV is televised

How do they feel 'bout being phoned up like telephone

Mayor of this city, thug, known as Ghetto Don

P-R-O-O-F, without the fuckin' brat, I’m so-so deaf.

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Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat

You probably know, I’ll lay you flat

Shit, ain’t you heard?

I’ll lay you flat

Now beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that

Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat

You probably know, I’ll lay you flat

Shit, ain’t you heard?

I’ll lay you flat

Beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that

Higgy, higgy, higgy

And all you motherfuckers ain’t thinkin' too clearly

You may not respect me, but you better fear me

Steppin' outta pocket, bitch, I’ll make you pay dearly

Put you out of service and I won’t treat you fairly

You goin' out permanent, not temporarily

Fuckin' wit' the Boogie Man, it’s bound to get scary

I’m a seer of the future, just call me visionary

Take the stats on my crew, see it’s legendary

Top-notch niggas, livin' secondary

Didn’t wanna hurt ya but I think it’s necessary

Call six of your boys so they can help you be buried

Me leaving you livin' happen so rarely

Ask if you’re alive all the people say barely

Hanging by your string equals livin' too daring

Had to make him break off the chain he was wearing

Put your face down on the ground, don’t tempt me

To knock this whole clip off until it’s empty

You talkin' really big but I know you pretending

We know you ain’t shit through the message you sending

Use your discretion, and I mean it sincerely

You betta' heed the warnin' and don’t come near me

My weapons all thorough when paramilitary

Be the unknown grave inside the cemetery.

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Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat

You probably know, I’ll lay you flat

Shit, ain’t you heard?

I’ll lay you flat

Now beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that

Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat

You probably know, I’ll lay you flat

Shit, ain’t you heard?

I’ll lay you flat

Beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that

I don’t like that americano

He’s too smart to be just a hired fighter

But shooting a pistol no one can touch.

I can see that

When someone with that face works with his gun you may count on two things:

He’s fast on the trigger, but he’s also intelligent.

That makes him too

dangerous for you I think