Текст песни Young Soldierz - Take A Nigga Like Me
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Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this motherfuckerAnd Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alrightIt`s on, nineteen ninety fuckChorus:Now everybody wanna pack a Glockwhen all the time niggas know, that`cha skins get lockedIt takes a nigga like me, cos I can see thru the fakeYou niggas make it sound good, but you niggas is cupcakesAss out if you`re the last (nigga)to feel the wrath when I blast (nigga)Figure I can make a motions for murderMass destruction, discussions unheard ofFuck the script, I feel the pow`s in and out of townAnd now it`s on-a, just from city, to 300See it`s a shame on how these lames keepin up the gameFuckin up the game for the next real niggaUntil my Gz do it, time to stay cell blockStay strong while Gz get your ride onI been there and done that, no tellinif I ever come back but if I do, I ain`t scared of itSee some niggas call drug busts, non-plussedSwear to God, only momma had it sewed upSo fuck the company cos ya best ta keep on walkinwhile you can, `fore my Doggs start barkin, manHangin out late night, off the shee-baAll`s we heard is they got what they de-servedSee up in trojans, spit the game a little more than thatThen I be fuckin off the game before the next niggaNever test what you can`t keepCos if I need it, I`ma get it, if I want it, I`ma take itI`m undisputed, undefeated, might`ve even cheatedI`m highly weeded, so much you get`cha ass heatedI know it might sound like a nigga sayin somethinBut me and my niggas ain`t give nothin, yeahFor one magical wavin his TekI can make the whole motherfucker party and jetYoung stretch him in the house, waitin for you to tripSo I can pop in this clip and make your bitch ass stripGlock parties, block parties, niggas best on burningCos once we get up on it, catch you in a Kodak momentNigga (we turn niggas butts to ash), straight up(No masses, it clips to last)Eastside Wotts niggas ain`t wit all that dissin and shitHit em with the slang, knock his brain from his frame, babyChorusNiggas, buck their domes so they wanna act wildThe def town makin home course from X-FilesSchitzophreniac, you think you`re maniacBut ol` laniacs, y`all just some fraidy catsfor sayin that, come to the `Wood, get that ass lightCome play hockey wit these Kings and get that ass icedCompetition was down core, ra-cum-ba-baWho been the lesser learned to arrived, bum-paThis will was meant to role, never heard of controlEven my bitch will snatch your soul out`cha *?fuck pool?*????? fast niggas, straight cupcakesBefore they hit me up, they wave till they be my faceThese niggas got me smokin, these wiggas got me hotTalkin bout who they shot and how they carry GlocksLike I said, some know me from that bang in the WestEnemies know me from pullin straps, bustin caps in they necksI`m from Inglewood, where your life`s considered a jokeNigga, the bottom`s off Crenshaw and 104thNow it`s time to separate these prankster gangstasYoung Gz and Wallabies, Young Soldierz to breezeChorus (x2)Niggas runnin mouth like it`s the thang to doThey saw how we put it down, now they bangin tooThey wanna do what the gangstas do, check thatand imitate while the Soldierz` trueBreak out of this, reality is the city I dwellKill em ????? a pump iron, make him relate to his hell, nigga, uhhI feel like in order to kick, gangsta shit, niggas need a licence, niggawhat?I feel like in order to kick, gangsta shit, niggas need a licenceAll of a sudden, now you`re hard, niggaLike the day you were born, you`re still a bitch niggaAnd I know that it`s not, but I makes it my jobwithout the green, I bets to bring the ????? to your squadI hope you understand that we take, niggas for jokesAnd how we do mark-ass niggas? Slap your ass in the throatTag teamin, toe-taggin niggas, ol` baggin niggasDoin a batch of niggas wit machines that double teamsJumpin niggas like pogosDroppin niggas quick like asses on low-low`sNo more room for the niggas who ain`t troopersThe West and Eastside are the original beatsiders, provide usa motherfuckin mic and a hoeAnd we can crack em both for show, fuck toe for toeFoe for foe, young nigga don`t make meSure your Glocks ain`t got no safetyMakin principalities about my casualties`Rip or Blood nigga, it really don`t matter meJose, you might just lose your lifePut down them drawers, hang a bitch by his ballsY-GzChorus to fade