Stay Down Songtext
von King T

Yo, sup
Dedicated to my homie Lil Terry, Rest In Peace
Front hood crip, hah
That nigga DJ Voor, A.K.A. Legs Diamond
1-5-1 Piru, know what I′m sayin

Not long back when, I had this cool friend who got paid
And I'ma change the names to protect who′s afraid
Let's call him Butch, he was superior to crooks
He ran the books, and killed niggas for they looks
But peep it, this nigga taught me secrets 'bout life

The struggles of the black and the luxuries of white
The shit was trife, my nigga′s game was ass-tight
And uh, really the only older nigga that I liked
I took heed, while this boss player took the lead
As he explained why niggas was addicted to greed
He looked tipsy, mashin in his black 8-50

"I hit a lick T, now all my niggas out to get me
And this is us, you the only nigga I trust
Cause when it′s on, we the only niggas to bust


No diggedy, I know our niggas be around town
But when they talkin 'bout mashin on the homie
I gots to stay down"

God please shine your light cause my people are sightless
And nothing′s positive when you're far from righteous
We′re born in a world of negative and greed
And everyday for some dumb I watch a young black bleed
Our kids that sell drugs was raised to be thugs
Raised to love hate, raised to hate love
And in the years to come I hope my people get hip
Stop killin off each other, let's get this grip

And everywhere we went, man we was strapped like Goodfellas
With fresh Karl Kani′s, I floss Armani sweaters
While Butch, he bragged about Colombian connections
Fuckin with the Mexicans who dress like Texans
A veteran, and although I seemed mesmerized
I glanced, and saw the look of fear in his eyes
He taught me, sometimes you can't trust your own people
They turn on ya, and all this shit's illegal
I gave up dances, bullshit type romances

Dressed the fanciest, takin penitentiary chances
Now the baby G′s wanna drop me to my knees


Damn, niggas tryin to stick me for my ki′s
Well good luck, cause loc I don't give a fuck

I put that on the set I leave these young fools touched
With hollowpoint slugs through your mug young clown

You speakin on dippin in my riches? You best to stay down

God please shine your light cause my people are sightless
And nothing′s positive when you're far from righteous
We′re born in a world of negative and greed
And everyday for some dumb I watch a young black bleed
Our kids that sell drugs was raised to be thugs
Raised to love hate, raised to hate love
And in the years to come I hope my people get hip
Stop killin off each other, let's get this grip

And as years went by, my nigga kept his game in gear

He moved to Atlanta, I pursued my career
Sometimes, I reminisce the ways we did dirt

Cookin up chemicals, shippin out work
He kept in touch he said he bought a 5 on dubs
And when you get a chance nigga come rock my club
These hoes get tossed when I floss on my boat
Don′t sweat no hotels, I bought a crib by Too $hort
It don't stop til the wheels break loose

I heard they tripped out and killed my nigga big Bruce
It's all good, he seein things much greater
Them niggas involved laugh now, cry later
I know what′s happenin, my nigga always spoke wise
Some people gotta grind, get the loot and organize
He closed the conversation with, "I′ll always be around
You need somethin hit me, God bless loc, stay down"

God please shine your light cause my people are sightless
And nothing's positive when you′re far from righteous
We're born in a world of negative and greed
And everyday for some dumb I watch a young black bleed
Our kids that sell drugs was raised to be thugs
Raised to love hate, raised to hate love
And in the years to come I hope my people get hip
Stop killin off each other, let′s get this grip