Take That lyrics

Artist  : Da Beatminerz 
Song : Take That



 Send "Take That" Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Flipmode Squad
[Rampage]
Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal
Flipmode, check it out
Ha!

[Rampage]
My sh*t is sicker latte
Backing out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe
Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole
Take 'em to the crib then I f**k 'em that day
(true)
Kick them bit*hes out, you know my gun play
(play)
I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day)
Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's
I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now

[Baby Sham]
Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that
trip
Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when
it spit
Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of
your truck
And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as
f**k
Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than
music
Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right
through it
Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit
But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip
up my lips

[Hook - Busta Rhymes]
My real niggas wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all niggas want it
What up, what up
(Take that nigga!)
To all my bit*hes gettin' rowdy with us
I know my bit*hes want it
What up, what up
(Take that bit*hes! Take that!)
Weak niggas (Take that!)
Motherf**kers (Take that!)
All my bit*hes (Take that!)
Thug niggas (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)

[?]
Gangsta nigga
I lace cats, blooded and sober, f**k who you know
of
You don't want it, I push 'em dougher
I told you once I'm grippin' the auto
I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a
Volvo
 
It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets
in your back
And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in
they ass
Word, if I catch your as* sleepin' get clapped
Like some applause, I can't afford weak links
I'm too strong, niggas are meek

[Spliff Star]
In a heartbeat I spark the heat
Who wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one
in they meat
Turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns
blazin'
Executioner style, brains on the pavement
Nigga face it, you thought I live a basement
Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated
I'm too slick, FBI suck a dick
Your son is my fan, plus your daughters my bit*h

[Hook - Busta Rhymes]

[Rah Digga]
Yea, with my rhymes hittin'
I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy
Than the lucy with some chinese chicken
Now your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers
start to blister
Lookin' like some sh*t on the neck from rusty
flippers
In my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call
'em as I see 'em
Underground swingin' to the +Masters+
Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new
leaf
Just can't fight the hood

[Busta Rhymes]
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na
Now let me rip it right, will hit y'all with the
Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!
It's so amazing how we stuff sh*t up
How we blaze it, and we f**k sh*t up
Like when the bit*h give me head
And I bust and she suck sh*t up
Like a motherf**kin' suction-cup
So turn this motherf**kin' truck sh*t up
While I be spillin' this sh*t with no remorse
See how we killin' this shit

[Hook - Busta Rhymes]