Taking Hits — текст песни (Young Buck f D-Tay)

{*phone rings*}

Hello? What`s up, who is this?
Yo nigga, this Murda Rich
What`s up nigga?
What`s up with you my nigga? Check this out
Some shit done popped off right?
Yeah
I need you and `Tay to go handle it
Aight
I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga`s fat
Bring it back to me on a plate, that`s what`s up
Aight

[Chorus: Young Buck] + (D-Tay)
I`m not stoppin`, ya heard what I`m sayin`
Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
(Point him out, and I`ll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)
(I`ve been waitin and watchin`, to put the bitch in a coffin) We takin hits!
I`m not stoppin`, ya heard what I`m sayin`
Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
(Point him out, and I`ll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)
(I`ve been waitin and watchin`, to put the bitch in a coffin) We takin hits!

[Young Buck]
It`s gon` cost, but we gon` get him gone, take his life away
2 AK`s, we gon` send him home
This is how we livin` from the projects to the prisons
So don`t be too comfortable, bitch `cause you can be a victim
Get `em Buck, Hit `em up, ambulance pick `em up
Shoulda ducked, got killed, nigga wasn`t quick enough
Shit is real, I ain`t here for no bullshit
I`m here with a full clip
now let me show you niggaz what you`ll get (Get `em Tay)

[D-Tay]
They never seen a mad man, come and dump up on these fools
Get the 4-5 cocked back, gunnin at you dudes
Black down, thugged out, and masked to match
I`m not doin` it cause theme pussy niggaz, bastards cap
Who want that? You want that, I don`t think you do
Like I gun the bloody down, shit, I gun you too
I`m like 50, I don`t care if its platinum or white gold
Soon as I cock it back, gimme that ice hoe (yeah)

[Chorus]

{*phone rings again*}

Hello?
Yo buck, Murda Rich nigga
What`s up nigga?
Man, I`m tryin to see what`s up with that business, nigga
Hey man, we fin` to bust this nigga`s head
I`ma hit you back, aight?

[Young Buck]
Hey there he go, he don`t know that we behind him
So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him
You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it?
A bunch of niggaz smokin weed, that got dope on it
And we don`t leave no evidence, or no fingerprints
Follow certain elements, cause niggaz go to jail for this
They say I`m heaven sent, I think I`m Hell bound
Cause I`m addicted to the way a twelve gauge Sound

[D-Tay]
I keep the dough in, swing the chopper and the pit-bull shit
If he run, he ain`t gettin one, get a clip full of it
That`s for movin, must have been some confusion, when I came in
Told you lay the fuck down, or else these bullets cave in
Nust thought I was playin, I`ma let you know when I shoot that 4
How it go when a gangster roll
Murder man, blood bath, what`d you take it for
I ain`t playin` games, ain`t nothin gon` ever change
Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, motherfucker!

[Chorus]