Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Notice, artist - J Dilla. Album song Ruff Draft, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Take Notice |
| Y’all think a nigga playing? |
| Don’t let me have to lace you up |
| Louder |
| Turn it up |
| J Dilla… |
| Verse 1: Guilty Simpson |
| Take notice |
| I’m jumping in the game head first and make the TEC jerk |
| To cancel your network |
| You feminine cats catch a bad one |
| My gun gon' be there poking that ass with Magnums |
| I spar with the best |
| Just the first of my litter, come see the scars on my chest |
| We savage |
| Ill style with extra static |
| Before you talk shit, you better know the hearts of the niggas you walk with |
| This ain’t no slap on the wrist shit, this sick shit |
| Homicidal energy, something to empty clips with |
| Negative, gutter |
| This is what you want, this is what you get |
| Take it in the brain motherfucker |
| This ain’t no slap on the wrist shit, this sick shit |
| Homicidal energy, something to empty clips with |
| Negative, gutter |
| This is what you want, this is what you get |
| Take 'em in the brain motherfucker |
| Verse 2: J Dilla |
| It’s the filth, the flawn |
| The flawn, the filth |
| The nights with the pimps |
| The cars |
| The hard hitters, the giants |
| Cats preparing for they last days like it’s J2K |
| But they way too late |
| Wrap up a piece |
| Ready to feast |
| Maybe they’ll save you a plate |
| We out to take over your radio waves |
| Nowadays I don’t do it for the mics |
| Cause they pay for them things |
| Fucking up letting J in the game |
| I don’t sleep, I |
| Load the heat and |
| Wait to aim it and bang |
| Guilt with Dilla dog |
| A dangerous game |
| Yeah, and this ain’t the slap on the wrist shit |
| This big shit |
| Feel more energy |
| Somethin to smack a bitch with |
| Gully, gutter |
| Givin' you what you want |
| Twistin' it up to take it to the head motherfucker |
| Verse 3: Guilty Simpson |
| Extended families, my brotherhood |
| Catch 'em in the face like a heavyweight with no guard |
| Pardon me as I bogart |
| Mature monster |
| I outthink the average, but equally savage |
| Send the generals of your roster |
| I send 'em back in a sack |
| Murder minister counter reacts and launches attacks |
| Ruthless |
| Ten branches, ten nooses |
| Ten necks, ten TECs and ten shooters |
| Black booters, late night intruders |
| You ever seen a panther maneuver? |
| I’m even smoother, guy |
| You might lose your eye |
| Either way you choose you die |
| We cruising high |
| River rules, July the fourth |
| Slidin' off and fire the horse |
| .45 colt, niggas scatter from thunderous lightning bolts |
| Rewrite your notes and recite them jokes |
| You like to quote |
| I ice your throat |
| After that I’ll slice your throat |
| With the same razor use to slice the dope |
| Not by me |
| But I know those types of folks |
| Now calm down |
| I never could put the firearm down |
| That’s why everything I do stresses Mom now |
| Verse 4: J Dilla & Guilty Simpson |
| J Dilla: |
| First name J, Last name Deezy |
| Here to change the game, playa, please believe me |
| A cake boy 'til my heart stops pumping |
| Mission complete when y’all niggas mouths stop runnin' |
| Guilty Simpson: |
| Last name Simpson, the first name guilty |
| Taking the game further than most of you niggas will be |
| A dread-narc 'til my heart stops pumpin' |
| Destined for greatness when these A&R stop frontin' |
| Motherfuckers |