Taking Hits lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Intro: Young Buck & Murda Rich]
{*phone rings*}
Hello? What's up, who is this?
Yo n*gga, this Murda Rich
What's up n*gga?
What's up with you my n*gga? Check this out
Some sh*t done popped off right?
Yeah
I need you and 'Tay to go handle it
Aight
I got like a hundred cent on this n*gga's face
Bring it back to me on a plate, that's what's up
Aight

[Chorus: Young Buck & (D-Tay)]
I'm not stoppin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand in my hand, and catch me if you can
(Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)
(I've been waitin and watchin', to put the b*tch in a coffin) We takin' hits!
I'm not stoppin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
(Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)
(I've been waitin and watchin', to put the b*tch in a coffin) We takin' hits!

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
It's gon' cost, but we gon' get him gone
Take his life away, 2 AK's, we gon' send him home
This is how we livin' from the projects to the prisons
So don't be too comfortable, b*tch cause you can be a victim
Get 'em Buck, Hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up
Shoulda ducked, got killed, n*gga wasn't quick enough
sh*t is real, I ain't here for no bullsh*t
I'm here with a full clip
Now let me show you n*ggas what you'll get (Get 'em Tay)
[Verse 2: D-Tay]
They never seen a mad man, come in dumping on these fools
Get the 4-5 c*cked back, gunnin at you dudes, back down
Thugged out, and masked to match
I'm not doin' it cause theme pus*y n*ggas, blast us back
Who want that? You want that, I don't think you do
Like I gun to butt it down, sh*t, I gun you too
I'm like 50, I don't care if its platinum or white gold
Soon as I c*ck it back, gimme that ice ho (yeah)

[Chorus: Young Buck & (D-Tay)]
I'm not stoppin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand in my hand, and catch me if you can
(Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)
(I've been waitin and watchin', to put the b*tch in a coffin) We takin' hits!
I'm not stoppin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
(Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)
(I've been waitin and watchin', to put the b*tch in a coffin) We takin' hits!

[Interlude: Young Buck & Murda Rich]
{*phone rings again*}
Hello?
Yo buck, Murda Rich n*gga
What's up n*gga?
Man, I'm tryin to see what's up with that business, n*gga
Hey man, we fin' to bust this n*gga's head
I'mma hit you back, aight?
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Hey there he go, he don't know that we behind him
So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him
You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it?
A bunch of n*ggas smokin' weed, that got dope on it
And we don't leave no evidence, or no fingerprints
Follow certain elements, cause n*ggas go to jail for this
They say I'm heaven sent, I think I'm Hell bound
Cause I'm addicted to the way a twelve gauge Sound

[Verse 4: D-Tay]
I keep the Gold Wing swingin' chopper, Pit-Bull sh*t
If he run, he ain't gettin' one, get a three or a fo'r bit
That's for movin', must have been some confusion, when I came in
Told you lay the f*ck down, or else these bullets cave in
Must thought I was playin', I'mma let you know when I shoot that 4
How it go when a gangster roll
Murder man, blood bath, what'd you take it for
I ain't playin' games, ain't nothin gon' ever change
Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, motherf*cker!

[Chorus: Young Buck & (D-Tay)]
I'm not stoppin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand in my hand, and catch me if you can
(Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)
(I've been waitin and watchin', to put the b*tch in a coffin) We takin hits!
I'm not stoppin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
(Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him)
(I've been waitin and watchin', to put the b*tch in a coffin) We takin hits!
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