Rob "Reef" Tewlow - Take His Life lyrics

What...what...yo... (Take his life) all these n***as wana do is talk (n***a take his life) f** around and run into some real n***as (Take his life) don't these n***as know it's not a game (n***a take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame (Take his life) all these n***as wana do is talk (n***a take his life) f** around and run into some real n***as (Take his life) don't these n***as know it's not a game (n***a take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame We detroit n***as The illest breed of n***as to breathe Detroit n***as k** on the street k** an mc k** on the beat k** on the creep k** in my sleep k** with my peeps k** a n***a Ha! k** with my heat Got them not moving their lips like ventriloquists Issue the hit empty the clip until his ten becomes six Trampoline you off your feet in the form of flips Fill him with lead got him writing his name with his dick I got n***as like it's a walk to school worth my goods I got n***as pumping for blood in the heart of your hood The fact remains you're better off praising our name Beef with us that'd cost about your life in change f** that all y'all strange n***as to me f** that my n***as'll hang n***as for me You living or dying? n***a you know I'm gripping the iron For the drama your man is a b**h and I'm itching to try him Chorus x 2 I promise to live on the side of the tracks Where witnesses is frequently trading shoes for ? tags We want war so we coming to get it in blood And we ain't leaving without something to put in the mud Pleading for your life with more one-liners than rhyme fights Backfire on n***as who don't handle their mind right Shine bright and we straight thug n***as with problems Just making it known long as we got them then y'all got them Got it listen that's your brain talking to you You did what i said you'd do look what I led you to I'm above your hood so i can dead you too You living in the belly of the beast that I fed you to I know it's cold go to the light they calling for you Be a man set an example what a baller would do Him and all his crew can fall in to The wrath of the 17 shot exposure I told you! Chorus x 2 Size you up six feet couple inches Sneak attack a cat who naps with slow senses Red dot gun co*ked picture me missing Aim precise steady hand and start spitting I'm hard hitting and ready to disregard living I call life hell I call bars prison You all off rhythm trying to ball wit' him Worse off, trying to brawl wit' him all fall victim Slow down guy before your brakes fall off And you crash into something that ain't that soft You ain't that raw gun in your face what's up now? Pleading to make it right you need to say goodnight Chorus to fade... Royce 5'9 ? wise guy What n***a