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[Slay Sean]<br>How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the shades<br>down, you know Slay and Black paid now<br>Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2 deep<br>Muthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that foolishness<br>I`m tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips<br>Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split<br>Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don`t be thinkin we jus rappin<br>You saw what would happen, gun blastin<br>Squeezin off til I`m the last one<br><br>[hook] 2x<br>You gone ride - Take It Outside<br>You gone die - Take It Outside<br>You gone cry - Take It Outside<br>Take It Outside, Take It Outside<br><br>[C-Murder]<br>Now if you wanna ride or die, then try<br>but let me get high so that my mind can fly<br>Because I`m just that kinda guy, people wonder why<br>I`m so violent, because the N.L. move in silent<br>in other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep<br>187 will be yo last beep beep<br>I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the streeets<br>toe tag yo feet, yo feet<br>I treat ya like a prostitute, and fuck ya up<br>A roughneck nigga that`ll ruff ya up<br>Like a quick car wash, I`ll touch ya up<br>Cause I look at ya`ll like sittin ducks<br>Boy don`t you understand that I`m the man<br>wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and alotta ghetto fans<br>At first you was tellin me to keep it trill<br>But now they know T-R-U is real<br>One hundred and eighty seven percent<br>I remember when my pockes were full of lent<br>All my real niggas like next to kin<br>So testin me is like testin them, now what!<br>I guess it`s buck ya`ll time<br>I guess it`s time for the second line<br>My last cd was "Trapped in Crime"<br>so you already know what`s on my mind<br><br>[hook]<br><br>[Black Felon]<br>What What<br>Say I had 16 bars<br>How many muthafuckas can drive 16 cars<br>Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16 broads<br>Take em home, and fuck em all in 16 minutes<br>(haha they don`t know)<br>Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta them niggas<br>from Desire be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T<br>or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game dude<br>who can spit it better than me?<br>Ever seen a nigga chest blown (chest blown)<br>Eventhough he gotta vest on (vest on)<br>Nigga walk up to yo dogg witta dress on<br>and start spittin some shit, that`ll split you at the<br>chest bone (chest bone)<br>You fuckin wit the wrong click<br>We gotta army of niggas who don`t give a fuck who u<br>run wit bitch, get cha wig split<br>Think it`s a game, but it aint, Black Felon, Slay<br>Sean, and C<br>Bustin on some of that T-R-U shit<br><br>[hook]<br><br>[Traci]<br>Nigga take it outside, I was born to represent<br>Tru niggas gotta keep it thugged to roll wit this chick<br>Catch me in the cut, G` Nikes, bandana`d up<br>Mean mug on my grill, Like I dont give a fuck<br>Who want what, they get stuck<br>I don`t play around, in the back akin buck wit both<br>Arms up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristband<br>understand the game cold but got colder when it met me<br>I came to put it down, put ya face where ya chest be<br>And I don`t run, it`s the same place where you met me<br>Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don`t sweat me<br>I get up in yo face, nigga, so don`t test me<br>Hard to get at me, but try ya luck<br>I make niggas stutter and I leave em stuck<br>When this track come on, watch em all get buck<br>Traci just represented is you warin or what?<br><br>[hook]