Take 'Dat Lyrics
| Song | Take 'Dat |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | Hip-hop For $ale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Canibus) | |
| Fake niggas get rejected, auditioning for heart | |
| They auditioning for the wrong part | |
| Nigga, you ain't from the hood, you got the wrong walk | |
| Youall soft, with no thought, all talk, you in the wrong sport | |
| In a golf cart, talk about you hard-core | |
| With that bullshit twenty-two you bought from Wal-Mart | |
| My gat bark, bite you like a shark, right in the heart | |
| Like a mosquito bite in the dark | |
| You got bit, you massage it, I'ma lighten your pockets | |
| Make a withdrawal, and take your deposit, to split profit | |
| My sawed-off blow arms off | |
| Insurance don't cover what a prosthetic skull cost, it's your loss | |
| Mother fuckers, keep your ears to the street | |
| ‘Cause if you raise up, you get hit in the head with the heat | |
| If you dead, you can't eat, so don't be a fool | |
| And try to protect your jewels, ‘cause they can't protect you // | |
| (Chorus) (2x) | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz'll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat | |
| Uh, murderous mind state is a given | |
| Master of self but a slave to the rhythm | |
| My wolves like dogs say sick 'em man get 'em | |
| My slugs heat seekin if I spit 'em I'ma hit 'em | |
| I'm a marksman spend my free time at the range | |
| Just incase I gotta put one up in your brain | |
| Sit your five dollar ass down before I lay change | |
| I don't believe y'all niggaz, y'all niggaz been lames | |
| One spit flames call a fireman | |
| Sendin these weak motherfuckers to the ? | |
| Sixteens hit like the bird flu and my word true | |
| I could dial seven digits and get you hurt dude | |
| Remember, A-1 remarkable rhymin | |
| Prozac washed down with Grey Goose and lime and | |
| Niggaz do what I say like Simon | |
| If I got the iron, hands in the air I ain't lyin' | |
| (Chorus) (2x) | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz'll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat | |
| The street lights illuminates the crooked runway | |
| Leadin' us from the one way | |
| Toward a narrow path of 40 odors and gun play | |
| Tryina stay away from the crosshairs when the gun spray | |
| The air will dry your body like salt tears in the sun's rays | |
| Sorta like we raisin or paper chasin with ? | |
| Stayin on a case do a number like 40-1k | |
| Thought of pushin rock like McGrady across the half court | |
| Dribblin the crack while on the post with the black torch | |
| Dumpin off jump shots stackin' up for the black Porsche | |
| Law enforcement officers flash badges like passports | |
| Actin' like we free when we actually being trapped off | |
| My rap keep you runnin' like athletes on a track course | |
| Ridin' with the mac like we saddled up on a black horse | |
| It's like they tryna shackle the very root of my black thought | |
| Flossin on a broad day ballin out in the off ray | |
| Chevrolet Suburban gold ? chuckas it's all suede | |
| (Chorus) (4x) | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz'll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat |
| Canibus | |
| Fake niggas get rejected, auditioning for heart | |
| They auditioning for the wrong part | |
| Nigga, you ain' t from the hood, you got the wrong walk | |
| Youall soft, with no thought, all talk, you in the wrong sport | |
| In a golf cart, talk about you hardcore | |
| With that bullshit twentytwo you bought from WalMart | |
| My gat bark, bite you like a shark, right in the heart | |
| Like a mosquito bite in the dark | |
| You got bit, you massage it, I' ma lighten your pockets | |
| Make a withdrawal, and take your deposit, to split profit | |
| My sawedoff blow arms off | |
| Insurance don' t cover what a prosthetic skull cost, it' s your loss | |
| Mother fuckers, keep your ears to the street | |
| ' Cause if you raise up, you get hit in the head with the heat | |
| If you dead, you can' t eat, so don' t be a fool | |
| And try to protect your jewels, ' cause they can' t protect you | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz' ll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take ' dat, nigga take ' dat | |
| Uh, murderous mind state is a given | |
| Master of self but a slave to the rhythm | |
| My wolves like dogs say sick ' em man get ' em | |
| My slugs heat seekin if I spit ' em I' ma hit ' em | |
| I' m a marksman spend my free time at the range | |
| Just incase I gotta put one up in your brain | |
| Sit your five dollar ass down before I lay change | |
| I don' t believe y' all niggaz, y' all niggaz been lames | |
| One spit flames call a fireman | |
| Sendin these weak motherfuckers to the nbsp? | |
| Sixteens hit like the bird flu and my word true | |
| I could dial seven digits and get you hurt dude | |
| Remember, A1 remarkable rhymin | |
| Prozac washed down with Grey Goose and lime and | |
| Niggaz do what I say like Simon | |
| If I got the iron, hands in the air I ain' t lyin' | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz' ll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take ' dat, nigga take ' dat | |
| The street lights illuminates the crooked runway | |
| Leadin' us from the one way | |
| Toward a narrow path of 40 odors and gun play | |
| Tryina stay away from the crosshairs when the gun spray | |
| The air will dry your body like salt tears in the sun' s rays | |
| Sorta like we raisin or paper chasin with nbsp? | |
| Stayin on a case do a number like 401k | |
| Thought of pushin rock like McGrady across the half court | |
| Dribblin the crack while on the post with the black torch | |
| Dumpin off jump shots stackin' up for the black Porsche | |
| Law enforcement officers flash badges like passports | |
| Actin' like we free when we actually being trapped off | |
| My rap keep you runnin' like athletes on a track course | |
| Ridin' with the mac like we saddled up on a black horse | |
| It' s like they tryna shackle the very root of my black thought | |
| Flossin on a broad day ballin out in the off ray | |
| Chevrolet Suburban gold nbsp? chuckas it' s all suede | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz' ll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take ' dat, nigga take ' dat |
| Canibus | |
| Fake niggas get rejected, auditioning for heart | |
| They auditioning for the wrong part | |
| Nigga, you ain' t from the hood, you got the wrong walk | |
| Youall soft, with no thought, all talk, you in the wrong sport | |
| In a golf cart, talk about you hardcore | |
| With that bullshit twentytwo you bought from WalMart | |
| My gat bark, bite you like a shark, right in the heart | |
| Like a mosquito bite in the dark | |
| You got bit, you massage it, I' ma lighten your pockets | |
| Make a withdrawal, and take your deposit, to split profit | |
| My sawedoff blow arms off | |
| Insurance don' t cover what a prosthetic skull cost, it' s your loss | |
| Mother fuckers, keep your ears to the street | |
| ' Cause if you raise up, you get hit in the head with the heat | |
| If you dead, you can' t eat, so don' t be a fool | |
| And try to protect your jewels, ' cause they can' t protect you | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz' ll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take ' dat, nigga take ' dat | |
| Uh, murderous mind state is a given | |
| Master of self but a slave to the rhythm | |
| My wolves like dogs say sick ' em man get ' em | |
| My slugs heat seekin if I spit ' em I' ma hit ' em | |
| I' m a marksman spend my free time at the range | |
| Just incase I gotta put one up in your brain | |
| Sit your five dollar ass down before I lay change | |
| I don' t believe y' all niggaz, y' all niggaz been lames | |
| One spit flames call a fireman | |
| Sendin these weak motherfuckers to the nbsp? | |
| Sixteens hit like the bird flu and my word true | |
| I could dial seven digits and get you hurt dude | |
| Remember, A1 remarkable rhymin | |
| Prozac washed down with Grey Goose and lime and | |
| Niggaz do what I say like Simon | |
| If I got the iron, hands in the air I ain' t lyin' | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz' ll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take ' dat, nigga take ' dat | |
| The street lights illuminates the crooked runway | |
| Leadin' us from the one way | |
| Toward a narrow path of 40 odors and gun play | |
| Tryina stay away from the crosshairs when the gun spray | |
| The air will dry your body like salt tears in the sun' s rays | |
| Sorta like we raisin or paper chasin with nbsp? | |
| Stayin on a case do a number like 401k | |
| Thought of pushin rock like McGrady across the half court | |
| Dribblin the crack while on the post with the black torch | |
| Dumpin off jump shots stackin' up for the black Porsche | |
| Law enforcement officers flash badges like passports | |
| Actin' like we free when we actually being trapped off | |
| My rap keep you runnin' like athletes on a track course | |
| Ridin' with the mac like we saddled up on a black horse | |
| It' s like they tryna shackle the very root of my black thought | |
| Flossin on a broad day ballin out in the off ray | |
| Chevrolet Suburban gold nbsp? chuckas it' s all suede | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back | |
| Then shut your mouth niggaz' ll get clapped | |
| Oh, you still off runnin' your trap | |
| Well nigga take ' dat, nigga take ' dat |
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