[{"id":10535480,"name":"Take That","trackName":"Take That","artistName":"Da Beatminerz","albumName":"Brace 4 Impak","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal\nFlipmode, check it out\nHa!\nMy shit is sicker latte\nBacking out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe\nPuerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole\nTake 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true)\nKick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play)\nI'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day)\nJust like Scarface, I still punk the J's\nI gotta get mine, that's the America way, now\nJump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip\nSomethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit\nHittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck\nAnd flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck\nStartin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music\nHold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it\nEight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit\nBut that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips\nMy real niggas wildin' up in the spot\nI know why'all niggas want it\nWhat up, what up\n(Take that nigga!)\nTo all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\nI know my bitches want it\nWhat up, what up\n(Take that bitches! Take that!)\nWeak niggas (Take that!)\nMotherfuckers (Take that!)\nAll my bitches (Take that!)\nThug niggas (Take that!)\nEast coast (Take that!)\nWest coast (Take that!)\nDirty south (Take that!)\nWell if you want it (Take that!)\nGangsta nigga\nI lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of\nYou don't want it, I push 'em dougher\nI told you once I'm grippin' the auto\nI tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo\nIt's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back\nAnd for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass\nWord, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clapped\nLike some applause, I can't afford weak links\nI'm too strong, niggas are meek\nIn a heartbeat I spark the heat\nWho want to start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat\nTurn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'\nExecutioner style, brains on the pavement\nNigga face it, you thought I live a basement\nThought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated\nI'm too slick, FBI suck a dick\nYour son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch\nYea, with my rhymes hittin'\nI specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy\nThan the lucy with some chinese chicken\nNow your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister\nLookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippers\nIn my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em\nUnderground swingin' to the +Masters+\nTigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf\nJust can't fight the hood\nNa-na, na-na-na-na, na-na\nNow let me rip it right, will hit why'all with the\nBig, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!\nIt's so amazing how we stuff shit up\nHow we blaze it, and we fuck shit up\nLike when the bitch give me head\nAnd I bust and she suck shit up\nLike a motherfuckin' suction-cup\nSo turn this motherfuckin' truck shit up\nWhile I be spillin' this shit with no remorse\nSee how we killin' this shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take That\n  artist: Da Beatminerz\n  album: Brace 4 Impak\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal\n  Flipmode, check it out\n  Ha!\n  My shit is sicker latte\n  Backing out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe\n  Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole\n  Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true)\n  Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play)\n  I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day)\n  Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's\n  I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now\n  Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip\n  Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit\n  Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck\n  And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck\n  Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music\n  Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it\n  Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit\n  But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips\n  My real niggas wildin' up in the spot\n  I know why'all niggas want it\n  What up, what up\n  (Take that nigga!)\n  To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n  I know my bitches want it\n  What up, what up\n  (Take that bitches! Take that!)\n  Weak niggas (Take that!)\n  Motherfuckers (Take that!)\n  All my bitches (Take that!)\n  Thug niggas (Take that!)\n  East coast (Take that!)\n  West coast (Take that!)\n  Dirty south (Take that!)\n  Well if you want it (Take that!)\n  Gangsta nigga\n  I lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of\n  You don't want it, I push 'em dougher\n  I told you once I'm grippin' the auto\n  I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo\n  It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back\n  And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass\n  Word, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clapped\n  Like some applause, I can't afford weak links\n  I'm too strong, niggas are meek\n  In a heartbeat I spark the heat\n  Who want to start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat\n  Turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'\n  Executioner style, brains on the pavement\n  Nigga face it, you thought I live a basement\n  Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated\n  I'm too slick, FBI suck a dick\n  Your son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch\n  Yea, with my rhymes hittin'\n  I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy\n  Than the lucy with some chinese chicken\n  Now your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister\n  Lookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippers\n  In my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em\n  Underground swingin' to the +Masters+\n  Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf\n  Just can't fight the hood\n  Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na\n  Now let me rip it right, will hit why'all with the\n  Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!\n  It's so amazing how we stuff shit up\n  How we blaze it, and we fuck shit up\n  Like when the bitch give me head\n  And I bust and she suck shit up\n  Like a motherfuckin' suction-cup\n  So turn this motherfuckin' truck shit up\n  While I be spillin' this shit with no remorse\n  See how we killin' this shit\n"},{"id":38671337,"name":"Take That","trackName":"Take That","artistName":"Da Beatminerz","albumName":"2026","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal\nFlipmode, check it out\nHa!\nMy shit is sicker latte\nBacking out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe\nPuerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole\nTake 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true)\nKick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play)\nI'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day)\nJust like Scarface, I still punk the J's\nI gotta get mine, that's the America way, now\nJump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip\nSomethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit\nHittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck\nAnd flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck\nStartin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music\nHold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it\nEight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit\nBut that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips\nMy real niggas wildin' up in the spot\nI know why'all niggas want it\nWhat up, what up\n(Take that nigga!)\nTo all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\nI know my bitches want it\nWhat up, what up\n(Take that bitches! Take that!)\nWeak niggas (Take that!)\nMotherfuckers (Take that!)\nAll my bitches (Take that!)\nThug niggas (Take that!)\nEast coast (Take that!)\nWest coast (Take that!)\nDirty south (Take that!)\nWell if you want it (Take that!)\nGangsta nigga\nI lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of\nYou don't want it, I push 'em dougher\nI told you once I'm grippin' the auto\nI tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo\nIt's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back\nAnd for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass\nWord, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clapped\nLike some applause, I can't afford weak links\nI'm too strong, niggas are meek\nIn a heartbeat I spark the heat\nWho want to start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat\nTurn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'\nExecutioner style, brains on the pavement\nNigga face it, you thought I live a basement\nThought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated\nI'm too slick, FBI suck a dick\nYour son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch\nYea, with my rhymes hittin'\nI specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy\nThan the lucy with some chinese chicken\nNow your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister\nLookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippers\nIn my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em\nUnderground swingin' to the +Masters+\nTigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf\nJust can't fight the hood\nNa-na, na-na-na-na, na-na\nNow let me rip it right, will hit why'all with the\nBig, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!\nIt's so amazing how we stuff shit up\nHow we blaze it, and we fuck shit up\nLike when the bitch give me head\nAnd I bust and she suck shit up\nLike a motherfuckin' suction-cup\nSo turn this motherfuckin' truck shit up\nWhile I be spillin' this shit with no remorse\nSee how we killin' this shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take That\n  artist: Da Beatminerz\n  album: '2026'\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal\n  Flipmode, check it out\n  Ha!\n  My shit is sicker latte\n  Backing out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe\n  Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole\n  Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true)\n  Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play)\n  I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day)\n  Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's\n  I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now\n  Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip\n  Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit\n  Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck\n  And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck\n  Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music\n  Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it\n  Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit\n  But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips\n  My real niggas wildin' up in the spot\n  I know why'all niggas want it\n  What up, what up\n  (Take that nigga!)\n  To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n  I know my bitches want it\n  What up, what up\n  (Take that bitches! Take that!)\n  Weak niggas (Take that!)\n  Motherfuckers (Take that!)\n  All my bitches (Take that!)\n  Thug niggas (Take that!)\n  East coast (Take that!)\n  West coast (Take that!)\n  Dirty south (Take that!)\n  Well if you want it (Take that!)\n  Gangsta nigga\n  I lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of\n  You don't want it, I push 'em dougher\n  I told you once I'm grippin' the auto\n  I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo\n  It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back\n  And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass\n  Word, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clapped\n  Like some applause, I can't afford weak links\n  I'm too strong, niggas are meek\n  In a heartbeat I spark the heat\n  Who want to start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat\n  Turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'\n  Executioner style, brains on the pavement\n  Nigga face it, you thought I live a basement\n  Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated\n  I'm too slick, FBI suck a dick\n  Your son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch\n  Yea, with my rhymes hittin'\n  I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy\n  Than the lucy with some chinese chicken\n  Now your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister\n  Lookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippers\n  In my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em\n  Underground swingin' to the +Masters+\n  Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf\n  Just can't fight the hood\n  Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na\n  Now let me rip it right, will hit why'all with the\n  Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!\n  It's so amazing how we stuff shit up\n  How we blaze it, and we fuck shit up\n  Like when the bitch give me head\n  And I bust and she suck shit up\n  Like a motherfuckin' suction-cup\n  So turn this motherfuckin' truck shit up\n  While I be spillin' this shit with no remorse\n  See how we killin' this shit\n"},{"id":33703694,"name":"Take That (feat. The Flipmode Squad & Vinia Mojica)","trackName":"Take That (feat. The Flipmode Squad & Vinia Mojica)","artistName":"Da Beatminerz","albumName":"Brace 4 Impak","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal\nFlipmode, check it out\n\nMy shit is sick-a-latte\nBlackin' out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe\nPuerto Rican armies lookin' like Sho-lay\nTake 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day\nKick them bitches out, you know my gun play\nI'm gangsta, livin' street life every day\nJust like Scarface, I still pump today\nI gotta get mine, that's the American way\n\nJump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga to trip\nSomethin' sick from the nozzle wide and large when it spit\nHittin' you up, let you bleed in the seat of your truck\nAnd flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck\nStartin' to lose it, believe that it's realer than music\nHold your plaque up to your chest and blow right through it\nEight bars and some neck shit, probably don't fit\nBut that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips\n\nMy real niggas wildin' up in the spot\nI know y'all niggas want it\nWhat up, what up? (Take that, nigga)\nAll my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n\nI know my bitches want it\nWhat up, what up? (Take that, bitches)\nTake that (Street niggas)\nTake that (Motherfuckers)\n\nTake that (All my bitches)\nTake that (Thug niggas)\nTake that (East Coast)\nTake that (West Coast)\nTake that (Dirty South)\nTake that (Well if you want it)\nTake that\n\nGangsta nigga, I lace cats blunted or sober\nFuck who you know of, you don't want it, I put some dough up\nI told you once I'm rippin' the auto\nI tap your doorbell, take your broad home in a Volvo\nIt's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back\nAnd for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass\nWord, if I catch a man sleepin', get clapped like some applause\nI can't afford weak links, I'm too strong, nigga, submit\n\nIn a heartbeat I spark the heat, who wanna start some beef?\nAnd catch a hot one in they meat\nTurn savage like a caveman with the gun blazin'\nExecutioner style, brains on the pavement\nNigga face it, you thought I'd never make it\nThought I'd be dead somewhere or incarcerated\nI'm too slick, FBI suck a dick\nYour son is my fan plus your daughter's my bitch\n\nMy real niggas wildin' up in the spot\nI know y'all niggas want it\nWhat up, what up? (Take that, nigga)\nAll my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n\nI know my bitches want it\nWhat up, what up? (Take that, bitches)\nTake that (Street niggas)\nTake that (Motherfuckers)\n\nTake that (All my bitches)\nTake that (Thug niggas)\nTake that (East Coast)\nTake that (West Coast)\nTake that (Dirty South)\nTake that (Well if you want it)\nTake that\n\nCheck my rap shit, I specialize rhyming, spittin'\nMore grimy than a Lucy with some Chinese chicken\nHave you writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister\nLookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty clippers\nIn my BM, fillin' the tank with my per diem\nWall 'em as I see 'em, underground swingin' to the masters\nTiger Woods like the goods\nTried to turn a new leaf, just can't fight the hood\n\nNow let me whip it right now\nWith the child with the big gigantic oversized blattow\nIt's so amazing how we stuck shit up\nHow we blaze it and we fuck shit up\nLike when a bitch give me head and I bust and she suck shit up\nLike a motherfuckin' suction cup\nSo turn this motherfuckin' trunk shit up\nWhile I be spillin' this shit\nWith no remorse, see how we killin' this shit\n\nMy real niggas wildin' up in the spot\nI know y'all niggas want it\nWhat up, what up? (Take that, nigga)\nAll my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n\nI know my bitches want it\nWhat up, what up? (Take that, bitches)\nTake that (Street niggas)\nTake that (Motherfuckers)\n\nTake that (All my bitches)\nTake that (Thug niggas)\nTake that (East Coast)\nTake that (West Coast)\nTake that (Dirty South)\nTake that (Well if you want it)\nTake that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take That (feat. The Flipmode Squad & Vinia Mojica)\n  artist: Da Beatminerz\n  album: Brace 4 Impak\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal\n  Flipmode, check it out\n\n  My shit is sick-a-latte\n  Blackin' out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe\n  Puerto Rican armies lookin' like Sho-lay\n  Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day\n  Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play\n  I'm gangsta, livin' street life every day\n  Just like Scarface, I still pump today\n  I gotta get mine, that's the American way\n\n  Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga to trip\n  Somethin' sick from the nozzle wide and large when it spit\n  Hittin' you up, let you bleed in the seat of your truck\n  And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck\n  Startin' to lose it, believe that it's realer than music\n  Hold your plaque up to your chest and blow right through it\n  Eight bars and some neck shit, probably don't fit\n  But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips\n\n  My real niggas wildin' up in the spot\n  I know y'all niggas want it\n  What up, what up? (Take that, nigga)\n  All my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n\n  I know my bitches want it\n  What up, what up? (Take that, bitches)\n  Take that (Street niggas)\n  Take that (Motherfuckers)\n\n  Take that (All my bitches)\n  Take that (Thug niggas)\n  Take that (East Coast)\n  Take that (West Coast)\n  Take that (Dirty South)\n  Take that (Well if you want it)\n  Take that\n\n  Gangsta nigga, I lace cats blunted or sober\n  Fuck who you know of, you don't want it, I put some dough up\n  I told you once I'm rippin' the auto\n  I tap your doorbell, take your broad home in a Volvo\n  It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back\n  And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass\n  Word, if I catch a man sleepin', get clapped like some applause\n  I can't afford weak links, I'm too strong, nigga, submit\n\n  In a heartbeat I spark the heat, who wanna start some beef?\n  And catch a hot one in they meat\n  Turn savage like a caveman with the gun blazin'\n  Executioner style, brains on the pavement\n  Nigga face it, you thought I'd never make it\n  Thought I'd be dead somewhere or incarcerated\n  I'm too slick, FBI suck a dick\n  Your son is my fan plus your daughter's my bitch\n\n  My real niggas wildin' up in the spot\n  I know y'all niggas want it\n  What up, what up? (Take that, nigga)\n  All my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n\n  I know my bitches want it\n  What up, what up? (Take that, bitches)\n  Take that (Street niggas)\n  Take that (Motherfuckers)\n\n  Take that (All my bitches)\n  Take that (Thug niggas)\n  Take that (East Coast)\n  Take that (West Coast)\n  Take that (Dirty South)\n  Take that (Well if you want it)\n  Take that\n\n  Check my rap shit, I specialize rhyming, spittin'\n  More grimy than a Lucy with some Chinese chicken\n  Have you writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister\n  Lookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty clippers\n  In my BM, fillin' the tank with my per diem\n  Wall 'em as I see 'em, underground swingin' to the masters\n  Tiger Woods like the goods\n  Tried to turn a new leaf, just can't fight the hood\n\n  Now let me whip it right now\n  With the child with the big gigantic oversized blattow\n  It's so amazing how we stuck shit up\n  How we blaze it and we fuck shit up\n  Like when a bitch give me head and I bust and she suck shit up\n  Like a motherfuckin' suction cup\n  So turn this motherfuckin' trunk shit up\n  While I be spillin' this shit\n  With no remorse, see how we killin' this shit\n\n  My real niggas wildin' up in the spot\n  I know y'all niggas want it\n  What up, what up? (Take that, nigga)\n  All my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n\n  I know my bitches want it\n  What up, what up? (Take that, bitches)\n  Take that (Street niggas)\n  Take that (Motherfuckers)\n\n  Take that (All my bitches)\n  Take that (Thug niggas)\n  Take that (East Coast)\n  Take that (West Coast)\n  Take that (Dirty South)\n  Take that (Well if you want it)\n  Take that\n"},{"id":10576681,"name":"Take That","trackName":"Take That","artistName":"Beatminerz, Da feat. Flipmode Squad","albumName":"Exclusive Rawkus Sampler","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal\nFlipmode, check it out\nHa\n\nMy shit is sicker latte\nBacking out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe\nPuerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole\nTake 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day\n(True)\n\nKick them bitches out, you know my gun play\n(Play)\nI'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday\n(Day)\nJust like Scarface, I still punk the J's\nI gotta get mine, that's the America way, now\n\nJump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip\nSomethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit\nHittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck\nAnd flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck\n\nStartin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music\nHold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it\nEight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit\nBut that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips\n\nMy real niggas wildin' up in the spot\nI know y'all niggas want it what up, what up\n(Take that nigga)\nTo all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\nI know my bitches want it what up, what up\n(Take that bitches, take that)\n\nWeak niggas, motherfuckers, all my bitches\n(Take that, take that, take that)\nThug niggas, east coast, west coast\n(Take that, take that, take that)\nDirty south well if you want it\n(Take that, take that)\n\nGangsta nigga\nI lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of\nYou don't want it, I push 'em daughter\nI told you once I'm grippin' the auto\nI tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo\n\nIt's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back\nAnd for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass\nWord, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clapped\nLike some applause, I can't afford weak links\nI'm too strong, niggas are meek\n\nIn a heartbeat I spark the heat\nWho wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat\nTurn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'\nExecutioner style, brains on the pavement\n\nNigga face it, you thought I live a basement\nThought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated\nI'm too slick, FBI suck a dick\nYour son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch\n\nMy real niggas wildin' up in the spot\nI know y'all niggas want it what up, what up\n(Take that nigga)\nTo all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\nI know my bitches want it what up, what up\n(Take that bitches, take that)\n\nWeak niggas, motherfuckers, all my bitches\n(Take that, take that, take that)\nThug niggas, east coast, west coast\n(Take that, take that, take that)\nDirty south well if you want it\n(Take that, take that)\n\nYeah, with my rhymes hittin'\nI specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy\nThan the Lucy with some Chinese chicken\nNow your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister\n\nLookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippers\nIn my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 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Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal\n[00:02.48] Flipmode, check it out\n[00:03.53] Ha\n[00:04.02] My shit is sicker latte\n[00:06.44] Backing out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe\n[00:09.50] Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole\n[00:11.18] Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day\n[00:13.37] (True)\n[00:14.12] Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play\n[00:16.13] (Play)\n[00:16.72] I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday\n[00:18.51] (Day)\n[00:19.19] Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's\n[00:21.31] I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now\n[00:23.73] Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip\n[00:25.97] Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit\n[00:28.65] Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck\n[00:31.22] And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck\n[00:34.12] Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music\n[00:36.28] Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it\n[00:38.89] Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit\n[00:41.00] But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips\n[00:43.73] My real niggas wildin' up in the spot\n[00:45.66] I know y'all niggas want it what up, what up\n[00:47.16] (Take that nigga)\n[00:48.99] To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us\n[00:50.82] I know my bitches want it what up, what up\n[00:52.18] (Take that bitches, take that)\n[00:54.78] Weak niggas, motherfuckers, all my bitches\n[00:58.06] (Take that, take that, take that)\n[01:00.23] Thug niggas, east coast, west coast\n[01:01.53] (Take that, take that, take that)\n[01:02.84] Dirty south well if you want it\n[01:03.67] (Take that, take that)\n[01:04.96] Gangsta nigga\n[01:05.79] I lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of\n[01:07.88] You don't want it, I push 'em daughter\n[01:09.24] I told you once I'm grippin' the auto\n[01:11.26] I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo\n[01:13.71] It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back\n[01:16.27] 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