Layin In The CutCa$his

[Intro]
Shady, Ca$his, King Mathers
Classic, let's go

[Verse 1]
I'm sittin' back, thinkin', drinkin'
I'm loaded, I'm barely breathing (Yeah)
I'm spilling on the seats of my old school black Lincoln (Yeah)
I'm riding with the heat, off a pill and never speaking (Yeah)
My best is level three, thanks to Em, I'm not beating (Yeah)
My mind is on the street, Marciano be tryna call me
The penitentiary, and my future cause I'm falling (Yeah)
My part of history is to follow the Lord's calling (Yo, yo, yo)
When niggas mess with me, until they all on the floor crawling
I'm popping with no warning, I'm hotter than global warming
I'm flooding the block with coke, knowing you all want it (Yeah)
This life I was born in homie, I'm ready and able
To take a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my label
I'm daily praying to Proof, he know I'm telling the truth
That I love King Mathers the way that he do
Your legacy let me through, cause we be riding for you
And if you niggas out there really want them problems then move

[Chorus]
I be layin' in the motherfuckin' cut (Cut)
Everybody wanna come and say, "What's up?" (Yup)
They know I always keep a motherfuckin' blunt (Plus)
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump (Punk)
I be layin' in the motherfuckin' cut (Cut)
Everybody wanna come and say, "What's up?" (Yup)
They know I always keep a motherfuckin' blunt (Plus)
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump (Punk)

[Verse 2]
I'm popping a Xannie to keep me humble, my family
If I'm sleep, they ain't gotta deal with my constant insanity
I'm the Chic, is it vanity? I walk and hit guaranteed (Yeah, yeah)
Your bitch wanna mess with me, I'm always undressing these (Woah)
Niggas be testing me, so the law be arresting me (Yeah)
But I bail out fast after an hour of questioning (Huh)
You don't know who I be, you ain't seen the TV
Maybe on BET, I'm who you wanna be
I'm sitting here in the D, with Rugers and nickel beams
The Capo and Shady, Ca$his forever remain a G
Boss of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I spit it
I can't change it, this is me
I'm tryna get out the street and be in the industry
But y'all niggas perpetrators, you gangsta pretend to be's
I'm off of this Ritalin, ecstasy and Hennessy
I'm a motherfucking problem, you kinda remember me

[Chorus]
I be layin' in the motherfuckin' cut (Cut)
Everybody wanna come and say, "What's up?" (Yup)
They know I always keep a motherfuckin' blunt (Plus)
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump (Punk)
I be layin' in the motherfuckin' cut (Cut)
Everybody wanna come and say, "What's up?" (Yup)
They know I always keep a motherfuckin' blunt (Plus)
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump (Punk)

[Refrain]
I don't wanna go back, you don't wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat
I don't wanna go back, you don't wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go flat

[Verse 3]
My patience is wearing thin, I'm taking this Vicodin (Yeah)
Now I'm bout to be the nigga that nobody like again (Yeah)
Niggas in the studio don't wanna come write with him
Cause you know when you hear the flow, I'm writing like Eminem
Who was putting his life on my pen, you gotta write it again
I'm blowing dro in the wind, you can hear my first verse
I know I'm still a win, you niggas is feminine
I'm good in any hood, from the Chucks to the Timberlands
A venomous lyricist, who be living it period
Running circles of riddles, now I'm surrounding you idiots (Yeah)
Its hard to survive, in this game of middlemen (Woah)
But I got supply, that'll bring the millions in

[Chorus]
I be layin' in the motherfuckin' cut (Cut)
Everybody wanna come and say, "What's up?" (Yup)
They know I always keep a motherfuckin' blunt (Plus)
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump (Punk)
I be layin' in the motherfuckin' cut (Cut)
Everybody wanna come and say, "What's up?" (Yup)
They know I always keep a motherfuckin' blunt (Plus)
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump (Punk)

[Outro]
Huh, King Mathers and Ca$his
Look what the fuck just happened (Haha)