Lil' O - Lay Down Da Law lyrics

(Intro) Can't stop, playa I refuse to lose Shed many tears over years, see I paid my dues I won't stop, see survival ain't no joke Cause I'd rather be dead, than live my whole life broke And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (yeah) And I can't stop (what), and I won't stop (come on) And I can't stop (yeah), and I won't stop (huh) And I can't stop (what), y'all know who this is (Lil' O) Haters yell mama-mia, when I drop the top yelling Southsi' for li' Hop out the two seater, with a bad b**h named Kanchita Let the eater, play a peter I'm a Southside super playa, you marks like it deeper Southwest block bleeder, (you ain't sh**) stop lying Hater quit crying, cause you see starched and ironed But I ain't gon trip, I understand why you hate us We hopping out of bubble X, wearing alligators Dirty South heavy weighter, Fat Rat with the Cheese Went from fifty packs to fifty stacks, I'm holding the streets Holding my heat, it ain't sweet boy I still get's raw But I don't shoot boys no more, I send k**ers for y'all You can find me at the bar, baby busting bottles open But bar none boys around me, all these b**hes scoping Knowing I ain't gotta ask, tonight I'm hitting them skins I dedicate this to the D.A., and the guards in the Penn (Hook - 2x) I'ma ball till I fall, drink some Cristal Hit some jazzy broads, trick up in the mall See flicks we never saw, make these haters drop they jaws Like the cash on my a**, I'ma lay down the law (Lil' O) Now it's twenty inches, on a six hundred Benz Plus the license and insurance, I got corners to bend I got money to spend, a lot of b**hes few friends I'm trying to ball till I fall, addicted to Benjamins We the movers and the shakers, the heavy hitters They heavyweighters the b**h breakers, the ki bakers You can't mistake us, for the fakers We thugging baby, in the Dirty South Houston Tex chunk calling grace I keep the blades on the Range Ro', hit some blocks Open the roof, let the sunshine hit my rocks I'm in the church every Sunday, thanking God for my stock No one performs against me, shall prosper I can't stop Bust your glock if you feel me, went from nothing to known Loading model b**hes numbers, in my cellular phone Before I let the jackers get me, I'll be blasting my chrome Knowing God blessed the child, that can hold his own (Hook - 2x) (Lil' O) One day I'll be the biggest of the bosses, like Cola**is see me flossing In Rolls Royces packing Nina Ross's, back to back Ferarri horses Take no shorts no losses, I make choices in life Ball till I fall hustle hard, shine in the face of the shife And if these haters take my life, know that I died as a hustler And bury me in my gators, bald faded shining my clusters See these busters laughed at me, didn't cry stayed humble See if you struggle then you hustle, so I grinded and chuckled Then I showed up blowed up, put it in they face Then put em in a coffin, I mean put em in they place Cause they tried to get raw, but them boys got baked Cause I could look into they eyes, and just tell they was gay Ain't nothing fake, about this Whoever ain't down, getting taken out quick And if rap don't work, it's back to breaking down bricks And running up in spots and just taking y'all sh**, I'm serious bout my chips (Hook - 2x) (Lil' O) Still can't stop, still won't stop - 10x