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(*talking*)Take Over, the album coming this summer baby2005 get ready for it baby, they said it wouldn`t ever happenIt`s going down right now, young gun Po-Yo, Lil` OMike D, 3-2, breathe-breathe-breathe (just blaze)[H.A.W.K.]I breathe with ease, just like I throw them B`sPuff on trees, like Fat Rat I chase the cheeseI`m in the matrix, like Keanu ReevesEquipped with thieves, and G`s with college degreesPlease believe, our franchise better than Steve`sWe push V`s, with tops down feeling the breezeYour main squeeze, is on these N-U-T`sOn her knees, and she`s aiming to pleaseCause I`m riding in a Coupe, the color of mustardInside custard, one deep ain`t no room for bustersInhale exhale, and spit flawless rapsAnd I`m gon give these boys hell, till my lungs collapseAnd if you ashmatic, don`t start no staticI be hanging erratic, the situation could get tragicSo take heed, or motherfuckers bound to bleedWith your homeboy yelling, my nigga please(*talking*)Y`all niggaz better breathe, y`all niggaz better breatheY`all niggaz better breathe, Say Den check game my nigga[Mike D]Your boy right back home, y`all been missing the realCorleon gon give it to ya, get ya crunk like a X pillThis for the real, don`t let them fakes sing alongIt`s the Boss Don-Dadda, Michael CorleonePimp out this, not a simp out thisGet my gangsta strut on, when I limp like thisI`m certified, mafia strings laced upKeep a bad game face down, while I wake`s upY`all cats face up, I`m back in the do`Harder than ever, cause hard times make a real nigga growI done seen in triple X`s, making hope niggaz foldThe fake gon be fake, and the real gon roll onI don`t know no other way, for this Hogg named CorleoneI ain`t had a damn thang, probably all my lifeShit I struggled, but that`s my lifeYeah you better check it nigga, that`s my life(*talking*)Corleone, CMB-S.U.C. (hold up)(you know, you-you-you know, what)[Grace]Game runner after cash, execute and put it downRhyme ripper syrup sipper, Screwed Up in H-TownYou know my name and my game, how I do what it doLegendary Dub maker, got the game from ScrewPimp pens and bust guns, transact with couponsDues paid and stripes earned, my nigga the blue DonGet it right go all night, I`m a true block bleederDat Boy Grace from the Fare, certified with the heaterPick a point you phony buster, bad decision paper stackingKeep it cracking steady macking, transacting and bad ac`ingHoover Groover that`ll do ya, make the Ruger run through yaCatch a rat in my cheese, watch them hollows pursue yaI got it all on my mind, paid the cost to shineS.U.C. day one nigga, it`s a constant grindI hit the booth and breathe, kill a track with easeL.O.S., Den and Grace true Southwest G`s

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