Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Flight, artist - X-Raided.
Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Song language: English
Take Flight |
Y’all muthafuckas wanna go to war? |
Nigga we’ll give you war |
Nigga this Black Market |
Dott Dogg, show these niggas what it’s like when we go to war |
First Verse: |
You say you ready for war, so I’m about to take flight nigga |
Dott Dogg, fuck all y’all I never liked niggas |
Break mics quicker than Billy the Kid pulled triggas |
Like Canibus I eat emcees til' I’m full nigga |
I’m locin' up, leavin' you niggas broken up |
Slit out your tongue, cut your throat, leave ya chokin' up |
You smokin' up a gang of sherm got your brain fried |
Toe to toe, head up nigga we the same size |
Flows flow, fed up, tired and you talkin' shit |
Preachin' with your wack style, what else? |
Talkin' shit |
Lookin' for your wack style against this Blocc shit |
Battle me, get got with, like a Glock bitch |
You must be dreamin', nights be wakin' up screamin' |
I’m right there, your pall bearers, me, and five demons |
I dare you Devil, test it and get your bubble peeled |
Get sacked like a quarterback fuckin' with Stubblefield |
You ever heard revenge? |
Me and my nigga Dott Dogg on a murder binge |
Shot 'em all, watch’em fall like we murder men |
We do illegal shit like we never heard of sin |
We ruin people with them fifty caliber Desert eags |
When you see us comin' all y’all baller niggas best to leave |
You best believe it’s goin' down and you the next to bleed |
Make some sound and catch some rounds til' that’s guaranteed |
We sharin' weed just the flammable shit |
Turn your loc into an animal quick |
Dott Dogg can we handle this shit? |
That’s affirmative nigga |
So now we shermin' it nigga |
Where the black and bloody glove? |
We burnin' it nigga |
You better be learnin' it nigga |
Money burnin' it nigga |
And if you ain’t on that page, you better be turnin' it nigga |
X-Raided loc, I ain’t givin' a fuck about y’all clout |
We’re like them chariots to war |
And there are plenty of scouts, we shout |
Chorus: |
Take flight like stealth bombers in a war zone |
You wanted funk my nigga? |
So now the war’s on |
Late night I’m on a creep for a full chrome |
Red light boom, will drive inside your dome |
Take flight like stealth bombers in a war zone |
You wanted funk my nigga? |
So now the war’s on |
Late night I’m on a creep for a full chrome |
Red light boom, will drive inside your dome |
Second Verse: |
Fuckin' homegrown, I’m the Northern Cali green leaf |
Split your dome with one hit, now you want peace? |
Pit bull, well I can shake til' I good and leave |
Clip full, got hollow tips BITCH swallow this |
I’m sicker than aliens on Mars Attack |
Act gat hollerin' at’cha with whoever got’cha back |
Fact, non-fiction, sendin' my niggas on a rhyme mission |
Your whole house, kids, and your baby Moms missin' |
But still all you wanna run up on a murder Man |
Got a reputation for bein' quick to hurt a man |
No hesitatin', premeditatin' some cold shit |
My designation, assassinatin' your whole clique |
Yeah, yeah, open up the casket, nigga I ain’t dead yet |
Ash to ash, dust to dust, ain’t been said yet |
Had Dott Dogg fill the bulletholes stuck on bedrest |
So I left you in the car with your brains on the headrest |
Got that heart, Hannibal heart is all a nigga need |
You doin' 100? |
You best to pick a quicker speed |
You best to heed, every warning y’all niggas receive |
Cuz in the morning, we comin' for all our enemies |
Picture these, beg and plead for your life |
But for my clip to squeeze, I look you dead in your eyes |
Tell ya «Nigga Please» |
Hit your liver then your kidneys |
Got your boxers, full of bloody piss and feces |
Look what it got you fuckin' with these Northern Cali G’s |
It’s a disease, incurable sickness indeed |
If you sleep I’ma creep, leave that pillow bloody red |
Who got y’all? |
X-Raided and Dott Dogg then I said: |