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Исполнитель: Busta Rhymes
Название песни: We Could Take
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Busta Rhymes - We Could Take текст песни, lyrics

Verse 1: 

I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise 
Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise 
Niggas want to advertise about how we get down 
You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found 
How you like me now? 
We got the industry on lock 
The world is on shock 
I'm a take a piece of the rock 
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park 
Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's) 
Now na na na na na na, nana nah 
Super size, super size, right before your eyes 
I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies 
Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies 
Killing all the tips from studio spies 
Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye 
Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise 
Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try 
Peace to my people in the friendly sky 
Peace to my outer space ties 
I'm in leather like the ladies 
Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's) 
Drive the buggy I Mercedes 
Blow up like C-4 
Got so much to live for 
Can't play the game no more 
Pick up the cain no more 
Brothers ain't the same no more 
Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for 
Get yourself caught up 
Faggot ass tore up 
In the worst way, the only way you can stop me 
is cock your glock and shot me 
Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me 
Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy 


What y'all niggas wanna do? 
Yo we can take it outside 
Ya'll niggas want something? 
Yo we can take it outside 
What y'all niggas wanna do? 
Yo we can take it outside 
Ya'll niggas want something? 
Yo we can take it outside 

Verse 2: 

Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah 
All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods 
Hear to bust mine 
Nigga frat child let his brain fry 
Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye 
You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic 
Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress 
My crew expanded, QB is where we landed 
Yellow strip you crossed it 
Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion 
Show me were loaded 
The desert eagle hear it cockin' 
Lovin my doggie 
While we shinin' continue flossin 
Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe 
Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu 
The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns 
I be burnin mc's like betty grandson 
Smokin grey poupon boy 
Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons 
All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode 
We get a dick rode a whole shitload 


Verse Three: 

We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias 
Stack peelin, americana 
Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's 
Reminisce the promise 
Bring drama like Nicaragua 
Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars 
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas 
Leave cities in carnage 
Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas 
Maintain, maintain, maintain 
I pray like Gussalini Zion fists 
Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips 
Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous 
The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars 
(world wars echo's) 
Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's 
And 10 g's, I'll show each 
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit 
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit 
Word is bond checkin me out 
Hey what you talkin about 
You lost and walkin about 
Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out 
Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out 
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out 
Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out 
Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about 
This one's for my people and my niggas up North 
The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth 
Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts 
My squad comin through, chop off your ear

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