Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Get Over (Taking Loot), artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gotta Get Over (Taking Loot) |
| Shit, it ain’t go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine |
| A tech nine might come in handy for the next time |
| I’m frustrated, chumps are making me mad |
| Don’t seem to understand that I’m just that bad |
| Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop |
| The man to respect cause I’m ripping up blocks |
| I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show |
| I’m flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so |
| Go for what you feel and deal wit this |
| Cause I’m dangerous, I come real wit this |
| And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping |
| By any means necessary, you can’t get buried |
| I may come wit a smile but I’ve been known to get crazy wild |
| So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too |
| And I’ve been out here and yes, I’ve seen you |
| I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid |
| I’ve got mad connections, so won’t do a bid |
| I make the moves, I’m never faking |
| Cause the loot is for the taking |
| The loot is for the taking |
| Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk |
| Feelings of stone to the bone, I’m a rock |
| No regrets for doing shit I had to do |
| I was hard headed and yea, I still am too |
| But you know I got things under control |
| So you should slow your roll that’s my advice to you bro |
| A street veteran, sometimes I’m trife as a juvenile |
| I’ll beep your style, you can’t fuck wit the golden child |
| That’s why you’re riffing but you know you’re just ass kissing |
| You wanna meet’cha maker, I’m a take ya |
| Or else let the man command |
| Cause I’ll be ready to get you open, ain’t no joking, I jam |
| So if you wanna know who’s really boss |
| Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss |
| If I don’t get my way, you’re history |
| To you, I’m a mystery, you never understand me |
| I came to grab the tapes and be out |
| I came to get what’s due to me cause I got clout |
| I make the moves, I’m never faking |
| Cause the loot is for the taking |
| The loot is for the taking |
| I’m sinister, I’m selling no wolf tickets here |
| Rolling correct to get my point across clear |
| Sights in the city make me bitter |
| And I ain’t taking no shit from no sucker nigga |
| I move swift, always looking for the money to make |
| I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake |
| And I could never go out like a crab |
| So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag |
| Hand it over smooth like |
| I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight |
| I’m always on my job, ain’t no time to be caught short |
| And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off |
| It’s my turn to clock the duckets |
| Being broke, nah, I can’t fuck wit it |
| I’m making moves, never faking |
| Cause the loot is for the taking |
| The loot is for the taking |