Artist: The Wreckshop Family Album: Doin' it Fa Texas Song: Take Dat Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] I stay riding through my city, with my pistol grip So if you run up on me homie, you'll get pistol whipped Cause when I pull that thang out, the shots rang out Take (that) take (that), take (that) take (catch that bitch) [A3] Ain't a lame never been the type of nigga, that'll fall for the slick shit If they catch you at the red light and your rims tight just might run up and let the thang spit I keep my motherfucking eyes open especially when I'm green choking ain't gon be the shirt soaking You fucking with somebody that'll bust your head open I'm tired of these niggaz that's coming around roaching That's why a nigga keep a nine cause it's cold on the outside one shot everybody gon break wide Been thugging since a nigga grew knee high live a life trying to get by ducking homicide While the niggaz is looting up on my cash but I could see straight through your mask You think you finna get a nigga to come and chill with ya because you steady hollin' bout you got some fly grass Don't make a nigga deal with ya cause a hater blood spill quicker run and ducking like nigga And jump in a G ride on the Southside swang wide send him down the boulevard like Skipper My niggaz don't play no games, take pride in they aim to blow out your brain Lil' drip on the concrete leaving a stain, twenty five shots how it came Why these po-po's, keep fucking with me I'm hustling hard up in these streets, trying to make ends meet They wanna see a nigga falling, hate when we be balling That's why when I be in my SUV, crawling aaah [Hook] [Craig G] I stay fly through my city, I'm heated like Frank Nitty Revolver problem solver, bitch nigga desolver Six shooter or the glock, with the beam and the big ruger Magazine with them hollow tips, spit right through ya I'll do ya you run up, watch you get done up These hot shells hot as hell, they gon fuck your front up Niggaz is bitchy, with them bitch ways See in a physical form you see a man, but within he just a bitch made Niggaz is pussy, like Sylvester This gat'll check your will elector, attitude adjuster Best to back-back, 'fore I pull your cap back Clap back black gat, fucking up your back black That's that bitch, you're fucking with the wrong one My aim precise, taking your life from the dome son So I advise you guys, to think wise Niggaz despise, I can see it all in your eyes [A3] So don't you try, none of that bullshit Run up on me my nigga, and I will pull quick Unless you wanna be laying, next to the pull pit This what it do bitch, you better get somewhere Keep doing it motherfucker, trying to take my stacks Get back nigga, 'fore I unload this gat Get back what up kin folk, you think it's a game I got twenty five blow, you gon feel me mayn [Craig G] This for you bitch made niggaz, we ain't playing no games One in the chamber full clip, hollow tips bring pain Accurate aim, taking niggaz out with a slab That quick shit'll leave you split, peel you back like a scab [Hook]