DMX - Take Whats Yours Lyrics
[mase]Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thoroughDown for denaro, hit everything in the triburoAnd Im the newest member of the bad boy teamAnd imma bring this nigga puff mad more c.r.e.a.m.With hooks galore, leave this city shook for shortAnd imma take em back where biggie took em beforeYou stay a playaSince you cant stay up with the popeAnd stick to what you do best, stick to wearin cokeYou lookin for excuses, ways to say youre brokeCant keep a whip, cuz you cant pay the note***** the side, Im waiting for you on top, mercedes dropBlack 380s cops, till the day I get knockedAll I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatlyAnd brush my waves so Im handsome when the *****es greet meWord from the wise, niggas jerk pies, we hurt them guysBust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcisedSo how you wanna settle this?Rappin or on some ghetto shitWe can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit[1] - [dmx]Niggas wanna shout, imma make noiseNiggas run they mouth, imma break jawsMase is comin out, we gon take yoursHarlem world uptown baby, we make warsNiggas wanna shout, imma make noiseNiggas run they mouth, imma break jawsMase is comin out, we gon take yoursHarlem world uptown baby, we make wars[mase]Yo, yo before its all over, lot of blood gon be spilledWe aint discriminatin even thugs gon be killedWe early inheritors , born into c.r.e.a.mIf a nigga get sheist then we form as a teamBullshit if you want and it be on for this c.r.e.a.m.The weatherman dont even know the storm imma bringBut yo, Im not the man with whom you interactSo before you grab gatts to jack, remember thatYou take dough from mase, you might as well send it backI got thugs everywhere, where you going spending thatWhen clicks come to brawl, everything I hit fallNiggas play sick wid yall, wit me they aint sick at allNo matter how big or small, I get rid of yallAnd shit I spit at yall, come in one size fit all[repeat 1][mase]Yo, yo if you think Im on some sweet shitThen wont you creep quick, I let the heat spitMake a nigga g flick, classic criminalKeep a gatt by my genitals, thugs love meSo dont get splashed for the minimalWe never vest up, be in a double breast tuxPlus keep a fresh cut, picture me getting lefts stuffI let one lose, to show you I aint the one doAnd I aint puffin nuthin, make all my gun shootYou let your gun loose, none o em niggas gun proofWatch them niggas drop, when I pop one in they sunroofAnd we be lead bustin, leavin niggas head gushinYou niggas talkin bout guns like you said somethingIll be lacin em, hollow tips, I be wastin emThats what you faggots get, tryin to ***** with mase and emBad boy, 97, front, therell be none o thatAnd all you cats, running your trap, one in your cap[repeat 1 until fade]
