| Fake niggaz get rejected auditionin for heart
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| They auditionin for the wrong part
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| Nigga you ain’t from the hood you got the wrong one
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| You all soft with no thought all talk
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| You in the wrong sport
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| In a golf cart talkin bout you hardcore
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| With that bullshit 22 you bought from Wal-Mart
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| My gat bark, bite you like a shark
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| Right in the heart like a mosquito bite in the dark
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| You got bit you massage it, I’ma lighten your pockets
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| Make a withdrawal and take your deposits to split profit
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| My sawed-off blow arms off
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| Insurance don’t cover what a prosthetic skull cost
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| It’s your loss; |
| Motherfuckers keep your ears to the streets
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| Cuz if you raise up get hit in the head with the heat
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| If you dead you can’t eat so don’t be a fool and
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| Try to protect your jewels cuz they can’t protect you
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| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
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| Then shut your mouth niggaz’ll get clapped
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| Oh, you still off runnin’your trap
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| Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat
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| Uh, murderous mind state is a given
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| Master of self but a slave to the rhythm
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| My wolves like dogs say sick 'em man get 'em
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| My slugs heat seekin if I spit 'em I’ma hit 'em
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| I’m a marksman spend my free time at the range
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| Just incase I gotta put one up in your brain
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| Sit your five dollar ass down before I lay change
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| I don’t believe y’all niggaz, y’all niggaz been lames
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| One spit flames call a fireman
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| Sendin these weak motherfuckers to the?
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| Sixteens hit like the bird flu and my word true
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| I could dial seven digits and get you hurt dude
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| Remember, A-1 remarkable rhymin
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| Prozac washed down with Grey Goose and lime and
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| Niggaz do what I say like Simon
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| If I got the iron, hands in the air I ain’t lyin'
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| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
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| Then shut your mouth niggaz’ll get clapped
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| Oh, you still off runnin’your trap
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| Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat
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| The street lights illuminates the crooked runway
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| Leadin’us from the one way
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| Toward a narrow path of 40 odors and gun play
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| Tryina stay away from the crosshairs when the gun spray
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| The air will dry your body like salt tears in the sun’s rays
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| Sorta like we raisin or paper chasin with?
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| Stayin on a case do a number like 40−1k
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| Thought of pushin rock like McGrady across the half court
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| Dribblin the crack while on the post with the black torch
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| Dumpin off jump shots stackin’up for the black Porsche
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| Law enforcement officers flash badges like passports
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| Actin’like we free when we actually being trapped off
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| My rap keep you runnin’like athletes on a track course
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| Ridin’with the mac like we saddled up on a black horse
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| It’s like they tryna shackle the very root of my black thought
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| Flossin on a broad day ballin out in the off ray
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| Chevrolet Suburban gold? |
| chuckas it’s all suede
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| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
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| Then shut your mouth niggaz’ll get clapped
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| Oh, you still off runnin’your trap
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| Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take 'Dat , by - Canibus. Song from the album Hip-hop For $ale, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп