The Union Presents: Organized Rhymes

Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)<br>Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)<br>Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)<br>Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)<br><br>Late night you hear the gun spark, it`s dumb dark<br>Fight for life, in the ghetto, gave me a numb heart<br>The one part, that y`all bitches missed<br>is how a hardcore thug could switch up and slit his wrists<br>The other kid across town, bucked his own self down<br>Stress`ll make a nigga a mess, so I don`t play around<br>Like Big Shug said, you _Fuck Around_ you _Lay Around_<br>Catch a _Moment of Truth_ like slugs from a four pound<br>Headz know, aiyyo I blaze tracks strictly<br>State facts officially, mad dimes wanna get with me<br>Let me mention, me and Premier, livin legends<br>Blessin every mic I touch, relievin tension (for real)<br>just like shiatsu massage<br>Put your career on freeze, +No Guarantees+ like Chico DeBarge<br>So you should move with apprehension or get fenced in<br>Surround by a +Union+ of thugs, ready to put dents in<br>your body, lace you from head to toe<br>I give the right signal, niggaz be ready to throw<br>So knock that shit off, stop playin games, I run the game<br>I maintain while other lame-ass cats fucked up in game<br>On the wall of shame, endin up as a no-name<br>While I`m reppin in the motherfuckin hall of game<br>Still I`m knowin exactly when suckers wanna get at me<br>Thinkin they can attack me, I shut down the head of the faculty<br>The others could get smothered, word to mother<br>Aiyyo it`s Bald Head Slick, about to flip so take cover<br><br>Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)<br>Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)<br>Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)<br>Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)<br><br>Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)<br>Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)<br>Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)<br>Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)