(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

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