(feat. Liffy Stokes, Sko)      [Chorus 3x's]   He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay   In the grave he lay, he lay   In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay      [Sko]   L-E-G-I-T Ballaz   Screamin' stop killin' for dollars   From G-I, from the South to the Westside   From the D-I and where I love, Darkside   I forever got my pride   Forever guide my guys to a better mindstate or phase   To replace all the wicked ideas erased   All the fears about the payroll   What you say Lo about Sko   We representin' the Chi, do or die for real   Niggaz caps gettin' twist off they tops for real   The conflict's in the hearts of many men for real   The convicts in the Pen holdin' plenty steel   Niggaz know they house bigger but they play in the field   Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though   Let my brother fat folk   I thrill for the kill   Smoke me a ?   Never runnin' from the mill boy I'm runnin' the field   It's the eternal Lord feel cemeteries revealed   Prophecies prophetcized stuff bein' fulfilled   And to another man I'll never kneel   Until I see Allah, fate's comin' from the wheel   And baby girl, you can check it you can dig it here   If yo nigga try to test it, you can bet it he'll   Be in a grave he lay, he lay   In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay      [Chorus 2x's]      [Liffy Stokes]   It's Liffy Stokes with the sticky smoke   Quick to shoot a muthafucka down if he choke   Never see me in yo city broke   In the club spendin' 50 notes   Leave with 50 girls and 50 Folks   And we all tote scopes   Guarded like the Pope cause we got that bomb on the dope   G-stacks in our coat   Niggaz ask, we ain't hoes   Just to afloat with me, I'm livin' lovely    Baby come on and relax with a Folk   All my mackateers know why we ride down   Cliqued-up pick the bitch up bumpin' sounds, hurtin' the whole town   With raw pound all around me ya dig, the sounds off like a live round   22's on Fleet, peep my shine now   I got a whole fuckin' nation that'll ride out   And put yo lights out in a matter of minutes young nigga   So it's best for you to be closin' yo fuckin' mouth   Before I pull out and bust slugs in yo ass   You lucky yo bitch here, that's why I'm givin' you a pass   Nigga haul ass before I up and blast with no mask   And blow off you bit of mustache with yo tough ass   Shit everybody's bustin' down   My niggaz fallin' off all around   Before I go, I got my 50-rounds   To blaze a nigga before I hit the ground   He lay      [Chorus]      [Sko]   It's really gettin' hot on the block   Niggaz got they glocks, niggaz sellin' they rocks   But my mind prepared to get this muthafuckin' knot   So a nigga ain't scared to put a nigga in the box   If I gotta drop him down in the grave   In the grave he gon' lay-he   Cause this shit don't stop, I shut 'me down everyday   Everyday anyway he, anyway he   If he grown or not, wrong or not   Niggaz better shake the spot and praise Allah   Don't let me see yo face nowhere by the peace Allah   A laundry mat, niggaz better have they glocks cocked off   Ready to blast off and get yo ass popped off    With 10 hot ones when I draw from ?? when I smash off over there   It's blood on the curb over there   And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there   And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over there   For them niggaz that be gettin' on my nerves over there   For my brothers that be gettin' plenty dirt over there   For them ?? broads with all that weave in they hair   Who ain't got no walls, pussy like bees in the air   She dropped them draws and then I zoomed outta there   Cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself   And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself    I don't need no mob to make me feel like myself   I don't need no job, I'll make these G's by myself   I'ma be aight, breakin' my hands to the left   I can see aight, I smell death on yo brea-ea-ea-ea-eath      [Chorus 4x's]