Take His Life

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[Hook]

(Take his life) all these niggas wanna do is talk

(Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggas

(Take his life) don't these niggas know it's not a game

(Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame

(Take his life) all these niggas wanna do is talk

(Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggas

(Take his life) don't these niggas know it's not a game

(Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame

[Verse 1]

We Detroit niggas

The illest breed of niggas to breathe

Detroit niggas Kill on the street

Kill an MC

Kill on the beat

Kill on the creep

Kill in my sleep

Kill with my peeps

Kill a nigga

Ha! kill with my heat

Got them not moving their lips like ventriloquists

Issue the hit empty the clip until his ten becomes six

Trampoline you off your feet in the form of flips

Fill him with lead got him writing his name with his dick

I got niggas like it's a walk to school worth my goods

I got niggas pumping for blood in the heart of your hood

The fact remains you're better off praising our name

Beef with us that'd cost about your life in change

Fuck that all y'all strange niggas to me

Fuck that my niggas'll hang niggas for me

You living or dying? nigga you know I'm gripping the iron

For the drama your man is a bitch and I'm itching to try him

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 2]

I promise to live on the side of the tracks

Where witnesses is frequently trading shoes for toe tags

We want war so we coming to get it in blood

And we ain't leaving without something to put in the mud

Pleading for your life with more one-liners than rhyme fights

Backfire on niggas who don't handle their mind right

Shine bright and we straight thug niggas with problems

Just making it known long as we got them then y'all got them

Got it listen that's your brain talking to you

You did what i said you'd do look what I led you to

I'm above your hood so i can dead you too

You living in the belly of the beast that I fed you to

I know it's cold go to the light they calling for you

Be a man set an example what a baller would do

Him and all his crew can fall in to

The wrath of the 17 shot exposure I told you!

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 3]

Size you up six feet couple inches

Sneak attack a cat who naps with slow senses

Red dot gun cocked picture me missing

Aim precise steady hand and start spitting

I'm hard hitting and ready to disregard living

I call life hell I call bars prison

You all off rhythm trying to ball wit' him

Worse off, trying to brawl wit' him all fall victim

Slow down guy before your brakes fall off

And you crash into something that ain't that soft

You ain't that raw gun in your face what's up now?

Pleading to make it right you need to say goodnight

[Hook] (2X)

[Outro]

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