D.J. Paul - Taking Hits lyrics

{*phone rings*} Hello? What's up, who is this? Yo n***a, this Murda Rich What's up n***a? What's up with you my n***a? Check this out Some sh** done popped off right? Yeah I need you and 'Tay to go handle it Aight I got like a hundred cent on this n***a's face Bring it back to me on a plate, that's what's up Aight [Hook: Young Buck] + (D-Tay) I'm not stoppin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand 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 b**h 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 b**h in a coffin) We takin hits! [Young Buck] It's gon' cost, but we gon' get him gone, take his life away 2 AK's, we gon' send him home This is how we livin' from the projects to the prisons So don't be too comfortable, b**h cause you can be a victim Get 'em Buck, Hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up Shoulda ducked, got k**ed, n***a wasn't quick enough sh** is real, I ain't here for no bullsh** I'm here with a full clip Now let me show you n***as what you'll get (Get 'em Tay) [D-Tay] They never seen a mad man, come in dumping on these fools Get the 4-5 co*ked back, gunnin at you dudes Black down, thugged out, and masked to match I'm not doin' it cause theme p**y n***as, blast us back Who want that? You want that, I don't think you do Like I gun to bu*t it down, sh**, I gun you too I'm like 50, I don't care if its platinum or white gold Soon as I co*k it back, gimme that ice ho (yeah) [Hook] {*phone rings again*} Hello? Yo buck, Murda Rich n***a What's up n***a? Man, I'm tryin to see what's up with that business, n***a Hey man, we fin' to bust this n***a's head I'mma hit you back, aight? [Young Buck] Hey there he go, he don't know that we behind him So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it? A bunch of n***as smokin weed, that got dope on it And we don't leave no evidence, or no fingerprints Follow certain elements, cause n***as go to jail for this They say I'm heaven sent, I think I'm Hell bound Cause I'm addicted to the way a twelve gauge Sound [D-Tay] I keep the Gold Wing swingin' chopper, Pit-Bull sh** If he run, he ain't gettin one, get a three or a fo'r bit That's for movin, must have been some confusion, when I came in Told you lay the f** down, or else these bullets cave in Must thought I was playin, I'mma let you know when I shoot that 4 How it go when a gangster roll Murder man, blood bath, what'd you take it for I ain't playin' games, ain't nothin gon' ever change Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, motherf**er! [Hook]