Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take da Lead (feat. Wishin & Yandel) , by - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Release date: 07.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take da Lead (feat. Wishin & Yandel) |
| I’m gunnin' on point for enemies |
| I dump when I dump, ain’t no turning back |
| Bone niggas ain’t never been industry |
| I can’t keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know |
| what’s wrong with me) |
| Them original niggas put stains in the game; |
| It’s bloody mo' murda from grip to |
| the grain |
| I’m strapped with that Nina that’s never gon' change |
| You know what I mean; |
| I go out with a bang |
| Fresh out the hood doin' everyday thangs |
| To hollywood niggas; |
| That shit is danger |
| Don’t act like you know me, cause Lay' still that stranger |
| This shit was all lame until I rearranged it |
| Hold up, stop, and can I get my props? |
| Collect my prop' and take it back to The |
| Glock |
| Where the thugs that’s real and ain’t afraid to kill |
| At least 'round here, nigga back, get watched |
| From a whole 'nother planet like an astronaut |
| The only problem that we have is the bastard cops, but we slash on 'em, |
| blast on 'em, drag 'em out |
| Gotta keep that money comin' in a faster route |
| I can’t keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know |
| what’s wrong with me) I’m so gone, and I’m out here so strong and I’m stuck in |
| these streets, streets (I run the streets, what’s wrong with me) The weed and |
| the X and the Hennessy |
| I’m gunnin' on point for enemies |
| I dump when I dump, ain’t no turning back |
| Bone niggas ain’t never been industry |
| I can’t keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know |
| what’s wrong with me) |
| Man, even militant niggas pay me what they owe me |
| I’m still a gutter nigga, act like you know me |
| I shoot a cutter nigga runnin' up on me |
| Put up or shut up, nigga, quit actin' phony |
| Never been Hollywood, always been 'bout the hood |
| If you was lookin' for trouble; |
| We got it good |
| Serve 'em murda like real true riders should |
| f**k 'em up with a pump, now that would do it |
| Get into it when I’m hustlin' |
| Nine to five I’m strugglin', time to grind |
| Stumblin', tryin' to shine |
| Get up and I wonder «When is it my time to fly? |
| «High |
| A nigga so stressed, I puff on the weed so hard my chest pains |
| Cause by hearin' the way I flow it, nobody would know it |
| I gotta get help, man |
| I can’t keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know |
| what’s wrong with me) I’m so gone, and I’m out here so strong and I’m stuck in |
| these streets, streets (I run the streets, what’s wrong with me) The weed and |
| the X and the Hennessy |
| I’m gunnin' on point for enemies |
| I dump when I dump, ain’t no turning back |
| Bone niggas ain’t never been industry |
| I can’t keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know |
| what’s wrong with me) |