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Utwór: Take Whats Yours

  • wykonawca: DMX
  • wyświetleń: 655

[Mase]
  Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thorough
  Down for denaro, hit everything in the Triburo
  And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team
  And I'mma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M.
  With hooks galore, leave this city shook for short
  And I'mma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before
  You stay a playa'
  Since you can't stay up with the Pope
  And stick to what you do best, stick to wearin' coke
  You lookin' for excuses, ways to say you're broke
  Can't keep a whip, cuz you can't pay the note
  Fuck the side, I'm waiting for you on top, Mercedes drop
  Black 380's cops, 'till the day I get knocked
  All I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatly
  And brush my waves so I'm handsome when the bitches greet me
  Word from the wise, niggas jerk pies, we hurt them guys
  Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised
  So how you wanna settle this?
  Rappin' or on some ghetto shit
  We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit
    [1] - [DMX]
  Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise
  Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws
  Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
  Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
  Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise
  Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws
  Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
  Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
    [Mase]
  Yo, yo before it's all over, lot of blood gon' be spilled
  We ain't discriminatin' even thugs gon' be killed
  We early inheritors , born into C.R.E.A.M
  If a nigga' get sheist then we form as a team
  Bullshit if you want and it be on for this C.R.E.A.M.
  The weatherman don't even know the storm I'mma bring
  But yo, I'm not the man with whom you interact
  So before you grab gatts to jack, remember that
  You take dough from Mase, you might as well send it back
  I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that
  When clicks come to brawl, everything I hit fall
  Niggas play sick wid y'all, wit me they ain't sick at all
  No matter how big or small, I get rid of ya'll
  And shit I spit at y'all, come in one size fit all
    [Repeat 1]
    [Mase]
  Yo, yo if you think I'm on some sweet shit
  Then won't you creep quick, I let the heat spit
  Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal
  Keep a gatt by my genitals, thugs love me
  So don't get splashed for the minimal
  We never vest up, be in a double breast tux
  Plus keep a fresh cut, picture me getting lefts stuff
  I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one do
  And I ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot
  You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof
  Watch them niggas drop, when I pop one in they sunroof
  And we be lead bustin', leavin' niggas head gushin'
  You niggas talkin' 'bout guns like you said something
  I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em
  That's what you faggots get, tryin' to fuck with Mase and 'em
  Bad Boy, '97, front, there'll be none o' that
  And all you cats, running your trap, one in your cap
    [Repeat 1 until fade]

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