The Wreckshop Family - Take Dat lyrics

[Hook] I stay riding through my city, with my pistol grip So if you run up on me homie, you'll get pistol whipped Cause when I pull that thang out, the shots rang out Take (that) take (that), take (that) take (catch that b**h) [A3] Ain't a lame never been the type of n***a, that'll fall for the slick sh** If they catch you at the red light and your rims tight Just might run up and let the thang spit I keep my motherf**ing eyes open especially when I'm green choking Ain't gon be the shirt soaking You f**ing with somebody that'll bust your head open I'm tired of these n***as that's coming around roaching That's why a n***a keep a nine cause it's cold on the outside One shot everybody gon break wide Been thugging since a n***a grew knee high Live a life trying to get by ducking homicide While the n***as is looting up on my cash But I could see straight through your mask You think you finna get a n***a to come and chill with ya Because you steady hollin' bout you got some fly gra** Don't make a n***a deal with ya cause a hater blood spill quicker Run and ducking like n***a And jump in a G ride on the Southside swang wide Send him down the boulevard like Skipper My n***as don't play no games, take pride in they aim to blow out your brain Lil' drip on the concrete leaving a stain, twenty five shots how it came Why these po-po's, keep f**ing with me I'm hustling hard up in these streets, trying to make ends meet They wanna see a n***a falling, hate when we be balling That's why when I be in my SUV, crawling aaah [Hook] [Craig G] I stay fly through my city, I'm heated like Frank Nitty Revolver problem solver, b**h n***a desolver Six shooter or the Glock, with the beam and the big ruger Magazine with them hollow tips, spit right through ya I'll do ya you run up, watch you get done up These hot shells hot as hell, they gon f** your front up n***as is b**hy, with them b**h ways See in a physical form you see a man, but within he just a b**h made n***as is p**y, like Sylvester This gat'll check your will elector, attitude adjuster Best to back-back, 'fore I pull your cap back Clap back black gat, f**ing up your back black That's that b**h, you're f**ing with the wrong one My aim precise, taking your life from the dome son So I advise you guys, to think wise n***as despise, I can see it all in your eyes [A3] So don't you try, none of that bullsh** Run up on me my n***a, and I will pull quick Unless you wanna be laying, next to the pull pit This what it do b**h, you better get somewhere Keep doing it motherf**er, trying to take my stacks Get back n***a, 'fore I unload this gat Get back what up kin folk, you think it's a game I got twenty five blow, you gon feel me mayn [Craig G] This for you b**h made n***as, we ain't playing no games One in the chamber full clip, hollow tips bring pain Accurate aim, taking n***as out with a slab That quick sh**'ll leave you split, peel you back like a scab [Hook]