Da Beatminerz feat. The Flipmode Squad Take That Lyrics

[Rampage]
Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal
Flipmode, check it out
Ha!

[Rampage]
My s___ is sicker latte
Backing out on n____s up at Jimmy's Cafe
Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole
Take 'em to the crib then I f___ 'em that day (true)
Kick them b____es out, you know my gun play (play)
I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day)
Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's
I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now

[Baby Sham]
Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of n____ that trip
Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit
Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck
And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as f___
Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music
Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it
Eight bars on some next s___, probably don't fit
But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips

[Vinia Mojica harmonizes in background of hook]

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
My real n____s wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all n____s want it
What up, what up
(Take that n____!)
To all my b____es gettin' rowdy with us
I know my b____es want it
What up, what up
(Take that b____es! Take that!)
Weak n____s (Take that!)
m_________ers (Take that!)
All my b____es (Take that!)
Thug n____s (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)

[Roc Marciano]
Gangsta n____
I lace cats, blooded and sober, f___ who you know of
You don't want it, I push 'em dougher
I told you once I'm grippin' the auto
I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo
It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back
And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they a__
Word, if I catch your a__ sleepin' get clapped
Like some applause, I can't afford weak links
I'm too strong, n____s are meek

[Spliff Star]
In a heartbeat I spark the heat
Who wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat
Turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'
Executioner style, brains on the pavement
n____ face it, you thought I live a basement
Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated
I'm too slick, FBI suck a d___
Your son is my fan, plus your daughters my b____

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

[Rah Digga]
Yea, with my rhymes hittin'
I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy
Than the lucy with some chinese chicken
Now your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister
Lookin' like some s___ on the neck from rusty flippers
In my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em
Underground swingin' to the +Masters+
Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf
Just can't fight the hood

[Busta Rhymes]
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na
Now let me rip it right, will hit y'all with the
Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!
It's so amazing how we stuff s___ up
How we blaze it, and we f___ s___ up
Like when the b____ give me head
And I bust and she suck s___ up
Like a m_________in' suction-cup
So turn this m_________in' truck s___ up
While I be spillin' this s___ with no remorse
See how we killin' this s___

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]