Текст песни Young Buck f D-Tay - Taking Hits
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{*phone rings*}Hello? What`s up, who is this? Yo nigga, this Murda RichWhat`s up nigga? What`s up with you my nigga? Check this out Some shit done popped off right?YeahI need you and `Tay to go handle it AightI got like a hundred sittin on this nigga`s fatBring it back to me on a plate, that`s what`s up Aight [Chorus: Young Buck] + (D-Tay)I`m not stoppin`, ya heard what I`m sayin`Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can(Point him out, and I`ll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)(I`ve been waitin and watchin`, to put the bitch in a coffin) We takin hits!I`m not stoppin`, ya heard what I`m sayin`Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can(Point him out, and I`ll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)(I`ve been waitin and watchin`, to put the bitch in a coffin) We takin hits![Young Buck]It`s gon` cost, but we gon` get him gone, take his life away2 AK`s, we gon` send him homeThis is how we livin` from the projects to the prisonsSo don`t be too comfortable, bitch `cause you can be a victim Get `em Buck, Hit `em up, ambulance pick `em upShoulda ducked, got killed, nigga wasn`t quick enoughShit is real, I ain`t here for no bullshitI`m here with a full clipnow let me show you niggaz what you`ll get (Get `em Tay)[D-Tay]They never seen a mad man, come and dump up on these foolsGet the 4-5 cocked back, gunnin at you dudesBlack down, thugged out, and masked to matchI`m not doin` it cause theme pussy niggaz, bastards capWho want that? You want that, I don`t think you doLike I gun the bloody down, shit, I gun you tooI`m like 50, I don`t care if its platinum or white goldSoon as I cock it back, gimme that ice hoe (yeah)[Chorus]{*phone rings again*}Hello? Yo buck, Murda Rich niggaWhat`s up nigga? Man, I`m tryin to see what`s up with that business, niggaHey man, we fin` to bust this nigga`s headI`ma hit you back, aight?[Young Buck]Hey there he go, he don`t know that we behind himSo go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in himYou ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it?A bunch of niggaz smokin weed, that got dope on itAnd we don`t leave no evidence, or no fingerprintsFollow certain elements, cause niggaz go to jail for thisThey say I`m heaven sent, I think I`m Hell boundCause I`m addicted to the way a twelve gauge Sound[D-Tay]I keep the dough in, swing the chopper and the pit-bull shitIf he run, he ain`t gettin one, get a clip full of itThat`s for movin, must have been some confusion, when I came inTold you lay the fuck down, or else these bullets cave inNust thought I was playin, I`ma let you know when I shoot that 4How it go when a gangster rollMurder man, blood bath, what`d you take it forI ain`t playin` games, ain`t nothin gon` ever changeMurder put money on your head, gimme his brain, motherfucker![Chorus]