DOWN BY LAW Lyrics by Killer Mike & CeeLo Green, from the album “MICHAEL“, and DOWN BY LAW song lyrics are penned down by Killer Mike.


I just think timin’ is everything
Like nigga, this it, this, this one right here
That ain’t easy
Stay motivated, stay inspired
I owe it to myself, stay down on it
And it ain’t been hard throughout the journey
It’s been a journey
Ooh-ooh, ooh

Hello, hello my niggas
Hello and hello my niggas
Please keep it mellow, my niggas
I’m sippin’ yellow, my nigga
You itchin’ and twitchin’, and glitchin’, my nigga
Listen, my nigga (Shh)
Snakes in your circle and them bitches hissin’, my nigga
My nigga don’t listen
One thing I hate ’bout my nigga
So I just pray ’bout my nigga
Nigga, it’s hard
Niggas done gave up on God
Maybe God gave up on us
Maybe She angry we worshippin’ all these false idols so devils just prayin’ on luck
This for thе junkie, the fiend and thе loser
Prayin’ to God in the back of a cruiser
I pray that prison can cure your addiction
And devil’s affliction don’t hurt you no more
Needin’ no reason, but I’ll let you know
I was so young when I stood at that store
That I did not know that the money you paid me
Was meant for your babies, and now they just poor
It was just business, my nigga
I am not vicious, my nigga
I had no vision, my nigga
I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga
Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga
But no, know them crackers ain’t love us, my nigga
All of them crackers said fuck us, my nigga
Mad ’cause they women in love with the god
They fuck us and suck us, and love us, my nigga
Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs
Lookin’ like I drive a truck
Fuckin’ my bitch? Shit, better be rich
She buy a new bag of weed
Goddamnit, I don’t understand it
But if she’s an addict, this Gucci purse gon’ get her geeked
Thick with an ass
She is as bad as [?]
Pretty as Coretta Scott
All that I got, she got the face of a model
She got the heart of Asada
She from the gutter, my nigga
Wife and a mother, my nigga
Winnin’ together, my nigga
Freedom and [?], my nigga, Obama
Please free our mama, my nigga
Asada, my nigga
Priest [?], my nigga
Heart of a a Zulu, my nigga
Free Larry Hoover, my nigga
Free Jeff Fort, my nigga
Fuck all the courts, my nigga
Movin’ like Malcolm and Martin, and King
Lift every voice, this the song that I sing
Born in the womb of a beautiful teen
I am a beautiful, wonderful thing
I am a king, my woman’s a queen
Master of hearts, say that we are the God
I stand it hard like John Henrik Clarke
Even of my days of whippin’ it hard
I’ll tell the devil that Black man is God
Keepin’ it player, just playin’ my part
Lean on my Demon and post [?]
Jewelry on clean and [?] my law
My Eric B. is my nine in the car
You try to [?] and get nine in your jaw
Bless all the felons that handled it raw
Fuck all the tellers that ran to the law (Hey)
Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car
My name is Michael, on down by law

Won’t You help us so hardly, Father? ([?] Father)
Like I could show [?] (I wish I was [?])
Like nobodies, [?] if I ever, and neither have I
Two shots for the city that raised me (Atlanta, Georgia)
Thanks for the praise that you gave me (Something for ya)
Because without it, nobody would’ve known that I was even alive
I’m down
This shit is so Atlanta
Down by law


Artist: Killer Mike & CeeLo Green
Album: MICHAEL (2023)
Lyrcis:Killer Mike

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