(music plays in bakground)
  (eightball we doin this shit once again
  for you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)
  
  Intro/Chorus:
  
  lay it down, lay it down
  you hoes lay it down
  lay it down, lay it down
  you hoes lay it down
  
  Verse One: Thorough
  
  He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
  Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch
  So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
  Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya
  With wicked shit slick and swift
  as I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents
  to show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat
  You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at
  A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade
  We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave
  My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft
  I represent at all cost and always got my niner out
  So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me
  I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me
  Give a nut check, and I see you outta place
  And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
  to stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
  Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
  With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
  bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  
  Verse Two: Eightball
  
  It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
  So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
  OH NO!!!! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?
  I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G
  Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
  in the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak
  Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
  Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls
  Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
  First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
  Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
  but at the same time on my dick, thick
  Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
  I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
  Tryin to let go of my frustration
  but some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient
  I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
  Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
  to splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts
  and if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  
  Verse Three: Crime Boss
  
  Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
  the number one gangsta you can't touch or bust
  so steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me
  you best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
  Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat
  and take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
  I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid
  Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
  My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
  And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners
  I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
  with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
  Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
  A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
  Victim of ?, shit that my momma did
  These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
  My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
  for dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
  or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long
  IT'S ON!!!!
  
  Verse Four: MJG
  
  Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch
  claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
  talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
  charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
  Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
  on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
  a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
  money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin
  Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
  Now that Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go
  Back on the track shake that ass, make my money
  Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
  Drop yo panties, to let you start
  To open your mouth, slurp and slob
  on this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
  when you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
  Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
  don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
  Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane
  Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head
  Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X