| Song | Lay Down |
| Artist | U-God |
| Album | Golden Arms Redemption |
| (verse one：u-god/golden arms) | |
| It be the wu-tang, wu-tang | |
| I got control drop a load | |
| Time to rip shit | |
| Time to rock and roll | |
| I play the block and stroll | |
| Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin | |
| Choppin for dough, prophisise | |
| Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse | |
| The horse power cross bow | |
| Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow | |
| Under my belt plenty live | |
| Twenty five in the front row | |
| Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin | |
| Rumble in the bronx | |
| Slugs out start buggin out | |
| Thugs out, tuck they heats in you fuckin seats | |
| Honeys suckin me, sweets | |
| Do a 90 in the jeep | |
| Red glorious, might stand victorious | |
| A hundred storty high in story in | |
| Poor men of the street | |
| Jammed the game, to the poor again | |
| Slanted the wu branded name it's war again | |
| It's war again | |
| (chorus) | |
| "gun cocks back" | |
| Lay down | |
| "bullets fire" | |
| Mothafucka lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Spray sounds | |
| Spray sounds | |
| Spray sounds | |
| (verse two: u-god/golden arms) | |
| Subject to sing like the slasher slither | |
| Better through a guy's status | |
| Apparatus tied to your liver | |
| Melon in never whither | |
| Mount st. helens swellin | |
| Refreshin fearsome rebellious sellin death to ya eardrums | |
| I'm never tellin, diary, just a firey felon | |
| Coughins i'm nailin | |
| All your frail men on a scale | |
| Your deep space maybe's | |
| Inject your offsprings wit the rabies | |
| It's gravy train on the remy, dirty glass | |
| Sponge kidney bath real pissy | |
| Rendevous, wit the fisheys stats | |
| Demolition derby, attourney to rap | |
| Before the jury | |
| A thirty six word remix | |
| Firey phoenix turn tables wobble | |
| Out the pre-cint shake the ground decent | |
| Still waiting for impeachment i'm sea sick | |
| (chorus) | |
| "gun cocks back" | |
| Lay down | |
| "bullets fire" | |
| Mothafucka lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Spray sounds | |
| Spray sounds | |
| (verse three: u-god/golden arms) | |
| Edit i, sexual preditah | |
| In the burn centah | |
| Tempah, pepper salt | |
| Hashish master piece | |
| Out the vault | |
| Twenty seven years of hysteria, bury ya | |
| In the gear of north america | |
| Placenta crackin it's crisis | |
| Kosovo tae-bo flow blow out the fo' | |
| World trauma, who got the virus? | |
| Pearl harbour casino classic free loader | |
| Weed smokin bastards | |
| Gambinos on amino acid | |
| Bio-hazards | |
| Faster the groover the hoover vacume | |
| The child spark remover sag em' | |
| Passionate wars wit u-god the braska to alaska | |
| Pipe line the right by a massacre | |
| Thought race your barriers | |
| The air craft carriers severe | |
| Spill your mascara dear | |
| The skin lab | |
| Tell your flex everywhere | |
| Soon your words, scum dogs of the universe | |
| When will you learn | |
| You'll get burned | |
| (chorus) | |
| "gun cock back" | |
| Lay down | |
| "bullets fire" | |
| Mothafucka lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down, spray sounds | |
| Spray sounds | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Mothafucka lay down | |
| Don't get up lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Tear it down |
| verse one: ugod golden arms | |
| It be the wutang, wutang | |
| I got control drop a load | |
| Time to rip shit | |
| Time to rock and roll | |
| I play the block and stroll | |
| Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin | |
| Choppin for dough, prophisise | |
| Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse | |
| The horse power cross bow | |
| Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow | |
| Under my belt plenty live | |
| Twenty five in the front row | |
| Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin | |
| Rumble in the bronx | |
| Slugs out start buggin out | |
| Thugs out, tuck they heats in you fuckin seats | |
| Honeys suckin me, sweets | |
| Do a 90 in the jeep | |
| Red glorious, might stand victorious | |
| A hundred storty high in story in | |
| Poor men of the street | |
| Jammed the game, to the poor again | |
| Slanted the wu branded name it' s war again | |
| It' s war again | |
| chorus | |
| " gun cocks back" | |
| Lay down | |
| " bullets fire" | |
| Mothafucka lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Spray sounds | |
| Spray sounds | |
| Spray sounds | |
| verse two: ugod golden arms | |
| Subject to sing like the slasher slither | |
| Better through a guy' s status | |
| Apparatus tied to your liver | |
| Melon in never whither | |
| Mount st. helens swellin | |
| Refreshin fearsome rebellious sellin death to ya eardrums | |
| I' m never tellin, diary, just a firey felon | |
| Coughins i' m nailin | |
| All your frail men on a scale | |
| Your deep space maybe' s | |
| Inject your offsprings wit the rabies | |
| It' s gravy train on the remy, dirty glass | |
| Sponge kidney bath real pissy | |
| Rendevous, wit the fisheys stats | |
| Demolition derby, attourney to rap | |
| Before the jury | |
| A thirty six word remix | |
| Firey phoenix turn tables wobble | |
| Out the precint shake the ground decent | |
| Still waiting for impeachment i' m sea sick | |
| chorus | |
| " gun cocks back" | |
| Lay down | |
| " bullets fire" | |
| Mothafucka lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Spray sounds | |
| Spray sounds | |
| verse three: ugod golden arms | |
| Edit i, sexual preditah | |
| In the burn centah | |
| Tempah, pepper salt | |
| Hashish master piece | |
| Out the vault | |
| Twenty seven years of hysteria, bury ya | |
| In the gear of north america | |
| Placenta crackin it' s crisis | |
| Kosovo taebo flow blow out the fo' | |
| World trauma, who got the virus? | |
| Pearl harbour casino classic free loader | |
| Weed smokin bastards | |
| Gambinos on amino acid | |
| Biohazards | |
| Faster the groover the hoover vacume | |
| The child spark remover sag em' | |
| Passionate wars wit ugod the braska to alaska | |
| Pipe line the right by a massacre | |
| Thought race your barriers | |
| The air craft carriers severe | |
| Spill your mascara dear | |
| The skin lab | |
| Tell your flex everywhere | |
| Soon your words, scum dogs of the universe | |
| When will you learn | |
| You' ll get burned | |
| chorus | |
| " gun cock back" | |
| Lay down | |
| " bullets fire" | |
| Mothafucka lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down, spray sounds | |
| Spray sounds | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Mothafucka lay down | |
| Don' t get up lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Lay down | |
| Tear it down |