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Take 'Dat

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  • (Canibus)
    Fake *****s get rejected, auditioning for heart
    They auditioning for the wrong part
    *****, you ain't from the hood, you got the wrong walk
    Youall soft, with no thought, all talk, you in the wrong sport
    In a golf cart, talk about you hard-core
    With that bull**** twenty-two you bought from Wal-Mart
    My gat bark, bite you like a shark, right in the heart
    Like a mosquito bite in the dark
    You got bit, you massage it, I'ma lighten your pockets
    Make a withdrawal, and take your deposit, to split profit
    My sawed-off blow arms off
    Insurance don't cover what a prosthetic skull cost, it's your loss
    Mother ******s, keep your ears to the street
    ‘Cause if you raise up, you get hit in the head with the heat
    If you dead, you can't eat, so don't be a fool
    And try to protect your jewels, ‘cause they can't protect you //
    (Chorus) (2x)
    Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
    Then shut your mouth *****z'll get clapped
    Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
    Well ***** take 'dat, ***** take 'dat
    Uh, murderous mind state is a given
    Master of self but a slave to the rhythm
    My wolves like dogs say sick 'em man get 'em
    My slugs heat seekin if I spit 'em I'ma hit 'em
    I'm a marksman spend my free time at the range
    Just incase I gotta put one up in your brain
    Sit your five dollar ass down before I lay change
    I don't believe y'all *****z, y'all *****z been lames
    One spit flames call a fireman
    Sendin these weak ************s to the ?
    Sixteens hit like the bird flu and my word true
    I could dial seven digits and get you hurt dude
    Remember, A-1 remarkable rhymin
    Prozac washed down with Grey Goose and lime and
    *****z do what I say like Simon
    If I got the iron, hands in the air I ain't lyin'
    (Chorus) (2x)
    Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
    Then shut your mouth *****z'll get clapped
    Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
    Well ***** take 'dat, ***** take 'dat
    The street lights illuminates the crooked runway
    Leadin' us from the one way
    Toward a narrow path of 40 odors and gun play
    Tryina stay away from the crosshairs when the gun spray
    The air will dry your body like salt tears in the sun's rays
    Sorta like we raisin or paper chasin with ?
    Stayin on a case do a number like 40-1k
    Thought of pushin rock like McGrady across the half court
    Dribblin the crack while on the post with the black torch
    Dumpin off jump shots stackin' up for the black Porsche
    Law enforcement officers flash badges like passports
    Actin' like we free when we actually being trapped off
    My rap keep you runnin' like athletes on a track course
    Ridin' with the mac like we saddled up on a black horse
    It's like they tryna shackle the very root of my black thought
    Flossin on a broad day ballin out in the off ray
    Chevrolet Suburban gold ? chuckas it's all suede
    (Chorus) (4x)
    Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
    Then shut your mouth *****z'll get clapped
    Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
    Well ***** take 'dat, ***** take 'dat
  • (Canibus)
    Fake *****s get rejected, auditioning for heart
    They auditioning for the wrong part
    *****, you ain't from the hood, you got the wrong walk
    Youall soft, with no thought, all talk, you in the wrong sport
    In a golf cart, talk about you hard-core
    With that bull**** twenty-two you bought from Wal-Mart
    My gat bark, bite you like a shark, right in the heart
    Like a mosquito bite in the dark
    You got bit, you massage it, I'ma lighten your pockets
    Make a withdrawal, and take your deposit, to split profit
    My sawed-off blow arms off
    Insurance don't cover what a prosthetic skull cost, it's your loss
    Mother ******s, keep your ears to the street
    ‘Cause if you raise up, you get hit in the head with the heat
    If you dead, you can't eat, so don't be a fool
    And try to protect your jewels, ‘cause they can't protect you //
    (Chorus) (2x)
    Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
    Then shut your mouth *****z'll get clapped
    Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
    Well ***** take 'dat, ***** take 'dat
    Uh, murderous mind state is a given
    Master of self but a slave to the rhythm
    My wolves like dogs say sick 'em man get 'em
    My slugs heat seekin if I spit 'em I'ma hit 'em
    I'm a marksman spend my free time at the range
    Just incase I gotta put one up in your brain
    Sit your five dollar ass down before I lay change
    I don't believe y'all *****z, y'all *****z been lames
    One spit flames call a fireman
    Sendin these weak ************s to the ?
    Sixteens hit like the bird flu and my word true
    I could dial seven digits and get you hurt dude
    Remember, A-1 remarkable rhymin
    Prozac washed down with Grey Goose and lime and
    *****z do what I say like Simon
    If I got the iron, hands in the air I ain't lyin'
    (Chorus) (2x)
    Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
    Then shut your mouth *****z'll get clapped
    Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
    Well ***** take 'dat, ***** take 'dat
    The street lights illuminates the crooked runway
    Leadin' us from the one way
    Toward a narrow path of 40 odors and gun play
    Tryina stay away from the crosshairs when the gun spray
    The air will dry your body like salt tears in the sun's rays
    Sorta like we raisin or paper chasin with ?
    Stayin on a case do a number like 40-1k
    Thought of pushin rock like McGrady across the half court
    Dribblin the crack while on the post with the black torch
    Dumpin off jump shots stackin' up for the black Porsche
    Law enforcement officers flash badges like passports
    Actin' like we free when we actually being trapped off
    My rap keep you runnin' like athletes on a track course
    Ridin' with the mac like we saddled up on a black horse
    It's like they tryna shackle the very root of my black thought
    Flossin on a broad day ballin out in the off ray
    Chevrolet Suburban gold ? chuckas it's all suede
    (Chorus) (4x)
    Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
    Then shut your mouth *****z'll get clapped
    Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
    Well ***** take 'dat, ***** take 'dat