Junior Reid - Don't Take it There lyrics

[Intro: Junior Reid] Don't take it there, don't take it there Kay Slay, don't take it there, Papoose you ready? This is my place, this is my place This is my place, my place [Chorus: Junior Reid] You don't wanna go there with me You don't wanna war with me (No) You don't wanna go there with me Make sure you check up on my history You don't wanna war with me (No No) You don't wanna go there with me (No) Before you go there with me Make sure you know you f** with real OG's [Verse 1: Papoose] There's only one boss in this town and He ain't dark skin or light skin, he brown skin He don't like none of ya'll hangin around him Cause ya'll the same people who ain't wanna crown him They said I put out two hundred songs they whylin Three hundred and fifty five but who's countin? Def Jam offered me four hundred thousand Slay said we 'gon get a mill for your album I told him I can't fly I'm not a falcon But god damn it, we 'gon make it over this mountain Do it for my shorties who go to the island Openin their legs up, putting an ounce in This is my house, I'm protectin my house then Standin in the window with my gun like Malcolm He gettin his feet wet cause I allow him But if he come in deep waters, I gotta drown him Thug-A!!!!!!!! [Chorus: Junior Reid] You don't wanna go there with me You don't wanna war with me (No) You don't wanna go there with me Make sure you check up on my history You don't wanna war with me (No No) You don't wanna go there with me (No) Before you go there with me Make sure you know you f** with real OG's [Verse 2: Papoose] Moet bottle upside yo' head {*gla** shatters*} Cristal bottle upside yo' head {*gla** shatters*} Hennessy bottle upside yo' head {*gla** shatters*} Woulda hit 'em wit the Dom, I'ma drink it instead Why you worry 'bout how I spend my bread? Man you ask a lotta questions, I think you a Fed Chill, 'fore you get stoved on, you know you not a k**er Stop n***a, I stole on you like a shoplifter (No) Under the cover, y'all ride with the ratchet This n***a asked me what size is my jacket I don't think you could fit this, that's kinda small But you can fit in the graveyard, 'cause it's one-size-fit-all 'Cause I'ma lead to violence, you better believe So the only thing I got on the arm is a sleeve Why would I tell a man give me work on a arm When I could stick his a** up and take the work out his palms? [Chorus: Junior Reid] You don't wanna go there with me You don't wanna war with me (No) You don't wanna go there with me Make sure you check up on my history You don't wanna war with me (No No) You don't wanna go there with me (No) Before you go there with me Make sure you know you f** with real OG's [Verse 3: Junior Reid] Rise up di guerilla and all a di warriors Dem a we enemy dem know dem nah fi tally yah Don't mek mi draw fi di ting unda di cella Dem violate di orda well I end yuh, WUY!!!! Rise up di guerilla and all a di warriors Dem a we enemy dem know dem nah fi tally yah Don't mek mi draw fi di ting unda di cella Dem violate di orda well I end yuh, WUY!!!! A fi we place a fi we place A fi we place don't test we place A fi we place yuh run di place A our place a fi we place When yuh see we don't look don't stare I'm a man don't care, no fear I can take it anywhere, STANAOY WUY! WUY!!! [Chorus: Junior Reid] You don't wanna go there with me You don't wanna war with me (No) You don't wanna go there with me Make sure you check up on my history You don't wanna war with me (No No) You don't wanna go there with me (No) Before you go there with me Make sure you know you f** with real OG's [Outro: Junior Reid] Why the hell they think that they can mess around me?! Don't mess around me! Why the f** they think that they can mess around me?! Don't mess around me! Man a bad before nah ask who Don't f** around we we run the streets The streets is mine, it's all mine, it's all mine YEAH HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!