Artist: 03 Greedo Album: Purple Summer 03: Purple Hearted Soldier (Mixtape) Song: Lay a Nigga Down Typed by: AZ Lyrics 03 Purple Summer Ron-Ron do that shit We ridin', we ridin', we ridin', we ridin' I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds Straight up out the Jordan Downs, I got a hundred rounds Drummer Gang, a hundred shell cases hit the ground There go the peoples at the door, be quiet, don't make a sound Throw your hood up for who put up and who restin' in peace Sellin' water to the Mexicans, we don't have a beef Marijuana, I been blessing niggas with OT And when you sellin' kilos, gotta stay lowkey I got homies sharin' baby mamas, rollin' the weed Purple Summer, 03 the new 400 Degreez I feel like Ron-Ron the Producer just like Manny to me Fuck them evil ass bitches steady passin' the weed What you need bitch? you need a project nigga Drummer Gang shit, everybody pullin' triggers Enemies might fuck your bitch and lock up with your sister I'ma be the first real nigga with a Fisker Don't trust her, don't trust shit He swear he mafia but he be on some fuck shit I might shoot you from a rental or a bucket Hate on niggas, when you see 'em, switch the subject Tired of rappers tryna hit the hood and take a pic Wanna come out to the jungle and not get bit The other day I hit sweet lady with that donkey dick Don't you pop it bitch, fuck it, pop that pussy Fuck it, smokin' cookies, fuck central booking When 03 be in the projects, everybody looking Never nook it, they can't wait 'til nigga's life get tooken I'm from where my peoples crazy and the cops is crooked I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds Straight up out the Jordan Downs, I got a hundred rounds Drummer Gang, a hundred shell cases hit the ground There go the peoples at the door, be quiet, don't make a sound Be quiet, tonight is the night that we ride Pull up in the hood and see choppers inside You need a project nigga Be quiet, tonight is the night that we ride Pull up in the hood and see choppers inside Be quiet, all of my Drummers, they be firin' I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds Straight up out the Jordan Downs, I got a hundred rounds Drummer Gang, a hundred shell cases hit the ground There go the peoples at the door, be quiet, don't make a sound