Crips - Nationwide Rip Ridaz II - Take it Personal lyrics

[MAC-11] I come to put it down Rob, k** and destroy f**in' your baby momma, your record label and your dead homeboy You got me f**ed up I break you down like a bomb sack Split your sh** Roll you up, put some hit to that Jump that a** like a**es Fool you gets no pa**es I can see clearly now And ain't leaving wearing gla**es I'm from the East Side, where we ride n***as die - we stay high f** a drive-by I'm in your house with your family tied Honey I'm home so is this chrome and I k** her Swellin' like your b**h in a Sherm stick n***a what did you do to her? I ???? cause she was ???? don't ???? Relax, bucks, she hard ???? want me ?? I need the kids to your bomb I'm sendin' the ho' to the tracks Ain't send your kids to a fuss the home d**h come quick To a mark that they don't know But if you leave a foul as you I take it personal Do you pay the plate? Now tell me how d'you parlay? Do you down 'gnac? Or swallow Tanqueray straight? Do you love to kick it? Do you hating any fashion? If you fit the ???? You be the n***a I be smashin'... [MAC-11] What's your name baby? And where you stay at? Where your man locked up? You shouldn't have never told me that I know you're cravin' for some balls and your jaws get it on Don't pause down my dick, it's gettin' tall Don't fall, turn around Jack that a** up in the bed, uh b**h I'm young bleek and strong and just drunk a fifth of 'gnac I ain't thinkin' overcomin' 'em I'm trying to break some' And bein' the n***a I am Mack double 1, b**h, I'm takin some of that foully dust Let me take and watch ooh your man got bombed here I snatch the sh** up tha closet Put some ends in my pockets, b**h I'm strugglin' On parole but she don't know or won't know Cause I'm hustlin' Pays me if you knew me I know she wanna f** I ain't one about to trippin', I got the b**h ??? The p**y tight The next time you ride tell him I said it's all right Stay out the jail finna I'm ??? to you personal (Chorus) [MAC-11] I'm just as dirty as they come M-A-C double one Mac-11 ain't no telling when it's 7 to get they yellin' You gon' stop to listen I can't afford to be missin' No strikes is hazardous to my k**ing I ain't tryin' to see prison You must be blind to the fact that I'm your baby pops Don't make me act a Muthaf**in' fool When I walk in your spot I got a rough ride style Been gone for a while But when he see me he smile My lil' voice run ??? And you don't want to see me the same grown what's up with that? You was the reason why I laugh, did you tell him that? I know you raised him on your own when I was locked down But I was hustlin' to take care of you when I got shut down Sure like that I take it personal And you wanna trip He got to care mom But I'm his daddy, f** that bullsh** And ain't got to f** with you to take care of mine You can't keep him ??? or let me with him in the summertime If you run up And take my boy away I'm takin' it personal b**h And this is what I gotta say (Chorus)