Artist: Da Beatminerz f/ Flipmode Squad, Vinia Mojica Album: Brace 4 Impak Song: Take That Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com [Rampage] Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal Flipmode, check it out Ha! [Rampage] My shit is sicker latte Backing out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true) Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play) I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day) Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now [Baby Sham] Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips * Vinia Mojica harmonizes in background of hook [Hook - Busta Rhymes] My real niggas wildin' up in the spot I know y'all niggas want it What up, what up (Take that nigga!) To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us I know my bitches want it What up, what up (Take that bitches! Take that!) Weak niggas (Take that!) Motherfuckers (Take that!) All my bitches (Take that!) Thug niggas (Take that!) East coast (Take that!) West coast (Take that!) Dirty south (Take that!) Well if you want it (Take that!) [Roc Marciano] Gangsta nigga I lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of You don't want it, I push 'em dougher I told you once I'm grippin' the auto I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass Word, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clapped Like some applause, I can't afford weak links I'm too strong, niggas are meek [Spliff Star] In a heartbeat I spark the heat Who wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat Turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin' Executioner style, brains on the pavement Nigga face it, you thought I live a basement Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated I'm too slick, FBI suck a dick Your son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch [Hook - Busta Rhymes] [Rah Digga] Yea, with my rhymes hittin' I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy Than the lucy with some chinese chicken Now your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister Lookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippers In my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em Underground swingin' to the +Masters+ Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf Just can't fight the hood [Busta Rhymes] Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na Now let me rip it right, will hit y'all with the Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!! It's so amazing how we stuff shit up How we blaze it, and we fuck shit up Like when the bitch give me head And I bust and she suck shit up Like a motherfuckin' suction-cup So turn this motherfuckin' truck shit up While I be spillin' this shit with no remorse See how we killin' this shit [Hook - Busta Rhymes]