Lay Low – Song and Lyrics by Against the Fake



Duration: 4:14

Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Lay Low’ by Against the Fake. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Against the Fake or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin’
Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp see, I mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer
Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer
A young nigga that’s bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers
We get rowdy
I got something for y’all haters (something for y’all hater)
Y’all can’t fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals that’s what’s made us
Now I’m space-aged pimping but not Eightball
Don’t make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall
Bout’ to go physco, and load this rifle
I’m from the projects where we all think alike though
And killing ain’t nothing but a hobby
Don’t me do a fucking 187 robbery
And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up
You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don’t make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don’t have my money, nigga f*ck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I’m from a little town called New Orleans
But blowing up like be -12
Niggas don’t give a f*ck cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where niggas don’t give a f*ck about you, your boy, or your girl
And if you come stunting on them gold thangs
I’m a have to break you off somethin’

Break you off somethin’
Don’t make me break you off somethin’ (x3)

Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules
If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp see bitch now what the f*ck you said
AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
I’m looking at dead, I’m fully auto
Tomorrow I got court, I ain’t gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking it’s funny, bought a 64′
I’m bout to pull a kickdoe
I need mo money money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause ain’t no witnesses
To go back and tell the Po-Po’s all the shit we did
I’m looking at rape, I’m looking at kidnap
But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps
I’m breaking them bitches off, putting ’em in the trunk
Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain’t really nothin’ nothin’
Pimp see bitch 14-96’ll break you off somethin’

Break you off somethin’
Don’t make me break you off somethin’ (x3)

We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now its over
You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga that’s how these G’s be we three, me see and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
F*ck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them clips
And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D
With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya’
Y’all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that’s your ass bro
It’s the class of 9 scrilla on the for real’a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla’
Watch me fill a want to be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw jacking and jumping
Bitch don’t make me break you off somethin’ nigga