Artist: Buddha Monk & Popa Wu f/ Allah Real, C.C.F. Division, I-Born Album: Zu-Chronicles, Vol. 5: Back Then Song: Take it All Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Allah Real] Yo, what's up? You know Pa down on 55th and 33rd, man? Yea, go down there and say I said Pyzone wanted to give him this Matter of fact, give him a hug for me [Terra Tory] On the move to loot the pigs from the force Chain shots the bell, the ghetto through the iron horse From the PJ's, the eighty-six blocker raid Peep my cause, deadly wars in them harm days Come back to Brooklyn lookin for my partners Pertrudent sharp shooters, but I'm a sharp stopper Ricochet sprays and they tried to invade, one crawled I honked out, the blood thrist brigade Backed out the chrome, ShaCronz, pack firearm in my palm If they're come to release the harm Stop that jake, fill the case with some presidents The airports exported, Gods the new residents The path was clouded so I outed your main light Dead right, I head snipe on Saturday night Straight up [Chorus: Free Murda & I-Born *singing*] Take it all (4X) [I-Born] The roof we raisin it all, blazin we all Guages is lost, saved by the force Pages is lost, saved with a boss [Chorus] [Free Murda] Yo, Lil' Free squeeze with ease and you know that Spit hollows at D's like "hold that" German luger spit rapidly, I toke that Takin it all, froze cats plus tore gats Get your wig pulled back, snatch chains plus rose that Fuck bargainin, Lil' Free'll just harm your click Billy Box and the ?, won't hesitate to harm your click Fuck around and I'll spark a hit, spark clips and the darker shit Hit by the Cronz ya trick, not playin park bench Uh, I smoke choclate, all my teeth ain't a profit D's hate it, I push chronic, halo by the pound, niggaz can't stop it Polo, if its hot then I will rock it Tray-eight in my pocket, already cocked it What? (BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW!) [Chorus] [ShaCronz] Cronz auto, behind me, Don of the borough Black jeans, gat with sixteen, known and thorough Never trick, sold cracks for cream, hold stacks of sick teens Click only sell to rich fiends, I'm the average deacon obliged Creapin through spots, two heats, sleepin the cops Do it out on the streets when I drop, just want a piece of the pot Reach ya get shot, drama increase when its hot Never hesitate to score, bitch take it raw for the cause I ain't scared to break the law, I make the call Crib rushin, snake jake came with six, bustin I'm at my wiz fussin, playin it safe Make sure my babies safe, AK 3-80, jake get the 88 When I'm finished y'all go with honors involved Gats are spittin, blast no children Women get legs shot, coughin, runnin out the back of the buildin Sargeant, 16 men, 50 shots in a Taurus Squad with inf' spit 10.. spit 10 What?