(Young Lay)Lord have mercy young I didn't want to spill himI
only wanted his loot but I had to shoot'emAs soon as he
stopped I turned around and locked the doorHe reached for his
gat to get the pouring like bleachWhen I split splatAnd no
misses jack I'm down on this sailorCudees in the lowest cuz
hit'em with one and now they wasThey tried to milk me so
quick to spill a slugCudees seen the spray and remain and say
lay you six as fuckYou know what's upAnd yea you know the
deal there go them niggas that tried to fandangle thisAnd
let's untangle this six set loc'est style black n
dangerousThey never knew about my crew and how we came to
thisSlapping niggas over the head with a gang of shitTo gain
respect got a tec hollering it's the setI constantly sweat
where they might be coming fastCudees some money a fifth of Remi
and some funny zagsLeft fast cuz it was shiesty counted the
cashDropped the bitches by the spot gPaper ain't nuthin to
have you stanking up on your bellyFlying high as a kite I catch
you necking niggaThat is what your life is.[Chorus]Lord have
mercy(Young Lay)Hilling remains dealing phat living off the
caineEven got your gat whole crew stacks pack a mackCold a keys
and just what happenedYoung joeski and now he sewing up his
whole streetLounge with me and get you spot six set mackTell you
on the strip with gat and don't want to get jackIt's in
his arms I'm not calmThe rollers our on our dick punk
bitches know we got it going onIt's in my hood I got love I
told my homie runBecause the rollers might be coming bounceAnd
even though they saw you bounceAnd even though your going down
toss that g that caught an ounceRuffed and cuffed him and now
their going to rush meShit[Chorus]Lord have mercy(Young
Lay)Hoot'em till he cries take his loot and rideWho will be
doing this shit in the mind of a lunaticI came a cross a lot of
homies that were nice guysAnd some of these nice guys are
jacking in good disguiseAnd heck a melling g'z often
crosses jealousyAnd enough off debating they got you hating from
the startJust like that broken heart got homie leading to another
fantasyLike showing them cops like where we lounge at and where
we beNow when they see me they post up and explore the turf
g'[Chorus]Lord have mercy