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Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Taking Off |
Ski mask on with a burner cell phone |
Desert Eagle 50 cal. |
imprint on the backbone |
This one is not to be tested |
Unless you got Smith and Wesson |
Quick at your disposal if not |
Better to head back home |
This is the business, the uniform isn’t unusual if you make killing a job |
Money is good when it’s coming from behind prison walls for someone who need to |
get off |
Plus it probably beat a nine to five and there is time to be outside instead of |
sitting at a desk and making calls |
And for anyone to stay alive up in the jungle you should figure out a way to |
carry no remorse at all |
All day long it is bombs over Baghdad |
Right in the backyard no service no draft |
No reason to go out |
But it’s no reason to stay in |
When the roaches are all raiding |
And your neighbors bumping Black Flag |
Tired of living like this but not ready to die |
Cause he isn’t notorious yet |
Everyone wants to be somebody known for doing something people call glorious, |
yes |
So he keep it pushing through the blood and all the gunning down of people that |
he knew and loved who just ran out of time |
And the mantra that is bumping on the Walkman in the pocket probably something |
that’s synonymous to money on the mind |
This action |
No time for your planning |
The lifespan like this fuse is too short |
That rocket is taking off |
Taking off, taking off, it’s taking off |
Party in the sky |
Thug mansion was real as it turns out |
These gangstas ride rockets |
They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off |
What is in the mind of a motherfucking killer when he chillin' on the porch |
with his daughter in his lap, peace |
That man just doing his job fam |
No demons for the damned |
Meaning if they live in hell |
They can’t bring it to you, you see? |
What’s a goon to a goblin? |
Essentially, living in the ghetto cause the rent is cheap |
And the cost of living is the life you living |
And the life you living is the nicest given that you ice the living |
There they cry for more of that good poison |
That hood oil |
That cash cow need cash now |
Just add water and back off of what momma taught ya |
Parents just don’t understand, apparently always talking to Jesus, please |
The only God here is the Jesus piece they rocking like hipsters rock Jeezy tees, |
ironic |
Don’t you think? |
Or don’t you think about it? |
Stop all the thinking, instincts is how you kill a giant |
They might be stalking up rappers and robbing prisons for taxes |
Death and that shit |
Everyone trying to be the king of this landfill |
Probably get us just a hill of bodies, you stand still, you cancelled |
So no settling down, they hit the pedal |
Depending upon your metal |
You’re drowned in exhaustion |
And lost in the smoke is a chokin' |
Unspoken, inhuman an urge, unprovoked |
It’s all good; |
with professional pot-stirrers |
A thought murders a motherfucker quicker than not |
This action |
No time for your planning |
The lifespan like this fuse is too short |
That rocket is taking off |
Taking off, taking off, it’s taking off |
Party in the sky |
Thug mansion was real as it turns out |
These gangstas ride rockets |
They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off |
Meet up in the parking lot |
Taking off, spark it up |
Do that shit again |
Meet up in the parking lot |
Take it off, sparking up |
Pass it to a friend |
Got the spaceship in the parking lot |
Spark a lot |
Take it off |
Do that shit again |
Always chill up in the parking lot |
When the block is hot |
Taking off, yup |
Get fly, baby, they die regular |
Don’t want to just deteriorate on a cellular level |
The devil’s a meddling motherfucker |
There be no medals for all these fucking guns you been bustin' |
Now uncles and nieces and cousins are going to war |
Blowing the score |
Pedaling pellets for more guns than a Scorsese blockbuster |
Bust the block, show stop |
Mustard to mayonnaise |
Make the cars hop scotch |
Soda, pop, cap |
Dozens with the cousin, get a partner who can rap |
And a partner who can ball, and the rest of y’all |
Welcome to the trap, get ready for war |
Welcome to the hood go and cover your head |
For the patron saint Trayvon and bring out your dead |
Ring the alarm although the sound is drowning |
And the beat is banging so hard that you can’t hear the shouting |
This action |
No time for your planning |
The lifespan like this fuse is too short |
That rocket is taking off |
Taking off, taking off, it’s taking off |
Party in the sky |
Thug mansion was real as it turns out |
These gangstas ride rockets |
They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off |