Take Notice
J Dilla
unngh- unngh- unngh- unngh..
holla- holla- holla- holla- holla- holla
yall think a nigga playin
don't let me have to lace you up
yeah- yeah- yeah
louder- louder-louder
turn it up
j dilla ....
unngh
yall niggas know....
bang it out yall
we bang it out yall
we bang it out yall/
[gs] take notice.....'i'm jumpin' in the game head first and make the tec jerk
to cancel your network/ you feminine cats/ catch a bad one
my gun ell be there pokin' dat ass with magnums
i spar with the best / just the first of my litter /come see the scars on my chest / we savage/
ill style with extra static /before you talk shit / you better know the hearts of the niggas you walk with
this ain't no slap on the wrist shit / this sick shit / homicidal energy / sump'em to empty clips wit/
negative/gutter/this is what you want/this is what you get/take it in the brain motherfcuka
this ain't no slap on the wrist shit / this sick shit/homicidal energy / sump'em to empty clips wit /
negative /gutter /this is what you want / this is what you get/take 'em the brain motherfcuka
[ jd ] its the filth the flawn/ the flawn the filth
the nice with the pimps
the cars/ the hard hitters, the giants/
cats preparin' for they last days like it's j-2-K
but they way too late
wrap up a piece / ready to feast/
maybe dey'll save you a plate
we gottu take over your radio waves
nowdays i 'ont do it for dem mics /cause they pay for dem things/
fcukin up lettin' J in da game
i don't sleep / i load the heat..'n
wait to aim it and bang
Guilt with dilla dog / a dangerous game
yeah.. and this ain't the slap on the wrist shi t/ this big shit/
feel more energy / somethin to smack your bicth with
gully...gutter
givin' you what you want / twistin' it up to take it to the head motherfcuka/
[gs] because the familys' my brothahood
catch 'em in the face like a heavyweight with no guard
pardon me as i bogard
mature monster
I out think the average but equally savage
sendin generals of your roster
i send' em back in sac
murder minister counter reacts and launches attacks
ruthless
ten branches / ten nooses
ten necks / ten tecs and ten shooters
black Buddhas / late night intruders
you ever seen tha panther maneuver?
im even smoother guy
you might lose your eye
either way you chose you die
we cruisin' high
river rules / july the fourth
slidin' off and fire the horse
.45 colt / niggas scatter from thunderous lightn'ning bolts
rewrite your notes and recite them jokes
you' like the pope
i ice your throat
after that i'll slice your throat
with the same razor use to slice the dope
not by me
but i know those types of folks
now calm down
i never could put the fire arm down
that's why every thing i do stresses mom out ( yeah nigga feel me)
[jd] first name J / last name deezy
here to change the game playa / please believe me
a cake boy 'til my heart stops pumpin'
mission complete when yall niggas mout' stop runnnin' (bicthes)
[gs] last name simpson / first name guilty
takin' the game furtha than most of you niggas will be.
a dread-naught 'til my heart stops pumpin'
destined for greatness when these A & R's stop frontin'
(motherfcukas)
compositores: BYRON SIMPSON,JAMES DEWITT YANCEY
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holla- holla- holla- holla- holla- holla
yall think a nigga playin
don't let me have to lace you up
yeah- yeah- yeah
louder- louder-louder
turn it up
j dilla ....
unngh
yall niggas know....
bang it out yall
we bang it out yall
we bang it out yall/
[gs] take notice.....'i'm jumpin' in the game head first and make the tec jerk
to cancel your network/ you feminine cats/ catch a bad one
my gun ell be there pokin' dat ass with magnums
i spar with the best / just the first of my litter /come see the scars on my chest / we savage/
ill style with extra static /before you talk shit / you better know the hearts of the niggas you walk with
this ain't no slap on the wrist shit / this sick shit / homicidal energy / sump'em to empty clips wit/
negative/gutter/this is what you want/this is what you get/take it in the brain motherfcuka
this ain't no slap on the wrist shit / this sick shit/homicidal energy / sump'em to empty clips wit /
negative /gutter /this is what you want / this is what you get/take 'em the brain motherfcuka
[ jd ] its the filth the flawn/ the flawn the filth
the nice with the pimps
the cars/ the hard hitters, the giants/
cats preparin' for they last days like it's j-2-K
but they way too late
wrap up a piece / ready to feast/
maybe dey'll save you a plate
we gottu take over your radio waves
nowdays i 'ont do it for dem mics /cause they pay for dem things/
fcukin up lettin' J in da game
i don't sleep / i load the heat..'n
wait to aim it and bang
Guilt with dilla dog / a dangerous game
yeah.. and this ain't the slap on the wrist shi t/ this big shit/
feel more energy / somethin to smack your bicth with
gully...gutter
givin' you what you want / twistin' it up to take it to the head motherfcuka/
[gs] because the familys' my brothahood
catch 'em in the face like a heavyweight with no guard
pardon me as i bogard
mature monster
I out think the average but equally savage
sendin generals of your roster
i send' em back in sac
murder minister counter reacts and launches attacks
ruthless
ten branches / ten nooses
ten necks / ten tecs and ten shooters
black Buddhas / late night intruders
you ever seen tha panther maneuver?
im even smoother guy
you might lose your eye
either way you chose you die
we cruisin' high
river rules / july the fourth
slidin' off and fire the horse
.45 colt / niggas scatter from thunderous lightn'ning bolts
rewrite your notes and recite them jokes
you' like the pope
i ice your throat
after that i'll slice your throat
with the same razor use to slice the dope
not by me
but i know those types of folks
now calm down
i never could put the fire arm down
that's why every thing i do stresses mom out ( yeah nigga feel me)
[jd] first name J / last name deezy
here to change the game playa / please believe me
a cake boy 'til my heart stops pumpin'
mission complete when yall niggas mout' stop runnnin' (bicthes)
[gs] last name simpson / first name guilty
takin' the game furtha than most of you niggas will be.
a dread-naught 'til my heart stops pumpin'
destined for greatness when these A & R's stop frontin'
(motherfcukas)
compositores: BYRON SIMPSON,JAMES DEWITT YANCEY
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