Plies - Take Off, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro] Ay, don’t you get it f**ed up, n***a This ain’t the first one, n***a This that “Take Off”, part two, motherf**er A street anthem, n***a Y’all n***as better see about this young n***a, dog The streets told me y’all can’t f** with me, dog I’m not no lyrical n***a, dog I done tell you what’s going with me, n***a [Verse] I’m still here, n***a, seven indictments later I don’t owe a n***a sh**, n***a ain’t never gave me a favor Done ran through my share of hoes and see my [?] My brothers told me from prison it was gonna get [?] later That 745, n***a, I bought it for you haters So many dead homies, can’t count them on my fingers So many of my n***as in Feds, it’ll take too long to name them If you a f** n***a, you some kids and man, I don’t claim you f** what it look like, n***a, I’m a real n***a from all angles You one of these f** n***as who don’t like Plies? Well, I don’t blame you But if I was broke, p**y n***a, you will love me [?] I work for a millionaire, managed by a k**er They say that apple fall too far away from the tree, n***a I’m a hundred percent real n***a, mean it don’t get no realer I don’t give a f**, I could care less ’bout being the best rapper The most respected by the streets, n***a, is what I’m after Ain’t been to the motherf**ing studio in five months Last time Slip-n-Slide seen me, I was in my dump Next time they see me, I park my 745 in the front I could drop a motherf**ing cla**ic whenever I want, n***a [Outro] I don’t really do this sh**, homie I f**s with this rap sh** every now and then, homie The streets just told me I was that motherf**ing n***a