Take Mine lyrics

[Intro: Bryan Hamilton]
(Damn, E, this a classic)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)
Ball like we ball
Grind like we grind
Talk like we talk
Life tryna take mine

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
You goin' brazy off that molly, you a whole ho
Why you n*ggas acting like we ain't squad goals?
Like we ain't givin' n*ggas playbooks to this whole sh*t?
Like I wasn't losin' sleep back in '06?
And I still ain't been sleep yet (Not at all)
I'll get some sleep when I drop a new jet
n*ggas can't talk to me 'til they touch ten
Nah, f*ck that, I ain't even wanna talk then (I'm out, n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas talk too much
Y'all n*ggas broke, y'all n*ggas ain't earned enough
I put the city on my back, who else did that? (Ayy, tell me that)
You doing what I did, but now, n*gga, we off that (We off that)

[Chorus: Bryan Hamilton]
Y'all n*ggas don't ball like we ball
Y'all n*ggas don't grind like we grind
Y'all n*ggas don't talk like we talk
f*ck around, lose your life tryna take mine
[Verse 2: AlWoo]
Put a mark on your head, so don't play with my cash, kid
Mad I hit his ho and made that b*tch f*ck Cash Kidd
Trigger finger itching like a crackhead
Birds of a feather flock together, we like to stack bread
Ayy, b*tch, if we don't know you, we gon' tax then
Chopper make a pus*y n*gga tap dance
Leave the crib without my stick? I won't chance it
Barrel to his face, watch the toughest n*gga panic
Taking hoes out just to hit, how romantic
These n*ggas do the lamest sh*t to f*ck, that sh*t crazy
Everybody strapped, tell me how you wanna play it
Your b*tch a demon, boy, her head game dangerous

[Chorus: Bryan Hamilton]
Y'all n*ggas don't ball like we ball
Y'all n*ggas don't grind like we grind
Y'all n*ggas don't talk like we talk
f*ck around, lose your life tryna take mine

[Verse 3: RiskTaker D-Boy]
Ayy, why you n*ggas actin' like I won't up the stick?
f*ck around and pop everybody in this b*tch
n*ggas better play they role when they see me gunning
n*ggas better stay in line like the teacher coming
Threw a thirty on a 40 'cause it look better
Went and got a young b*tch 'cause they f*ck better
Got an old-school, I ain't copped the Ruccis yet
Old b*tch ain't even gave up the coochie yet
Y'all a squad full of pussies, n*gga, we the vets
Need another one like Khaled, n*gga, we the best
Shoot a n*gga in his neck, he don't need a vest
Me and Tez poured off an eight, we don't need the rest
[Chorus: Bryan Hamilton]
Y'all n*ggas don't ball like we ball
Y'all n*ggas don't grind like we grind
Y'all n*ggas don't talk like we talk
f*ck around, lose your life tryna take mine

[Verse 4: FMB DZ]
f*ck around, lose your life tryna take mine
Put a hole in your hoodie—
Bring out the plain Rolie, I had to spray mine
Got fifty thousand on me crossin' state lines
Automatic .308 sound like a bassline
And I'm surrounded by them shooters like I'm Draymond
Get a n*gga life took for a pint of juice
Free my n*gga 8Ball, who the f*ck is you?
Fightin' a bad motherf*cker, gotta get a Jew
Hit the streets, we turn beef to a pot of stew
Crazy wrist work, I could turn one to two
n*gga f*ck with FMB and get his ass blew

[Verse 5: Honey Oso]
Where b*tches been hidin'? (Hidin'), b*tch, I been slidin' (Slidin')
b*tch, I got a BIN that's the bomb, call me Bin Laden (Yup)
I just used a slot and got ten out it
Matter fact, I'll slide down like I'm zip-lining
Tryna slide down, man, that b*tch dumb (Dumbass)
Put you in your place like low income (Broke ass)
b*tch, you big dumb, don't get hurt, bae
b*tch, I think I'm pretty like Irene on her birthday
We them same b*tches that won't hang with you (Naw)
f*ck you and every b*tch that came with you (f*ck 'em)
b*tch, you talkin' crazy, yeah, 'til them things hit you
When we come in packs, you gettin' popped like a painkiller
[Verse 6: AllStar JR]
Somebody find me a b*tch I ain't hit yet (Find one)
Hundred percent of these hoes, boy, I don't get spent (Not once)
My old b*tch say I'm broke, think the b*tch pressed (Mad ass)
Buyin' foreign clothes, give a f*ck about this b*tch rent, n*gga
Fifty choppers in the office and they all ours
Hit your house, hear it all around, we totin' sound bars
Made thirty G's f*cking up them Walmarts (Yeah)
Your workers dumb, they be f*ckin' up your cards
How I'm broke? n*gga, re-up, need a bag, speed up (Come on)
Pistol on lunch break, n*ggas finna get beat up (I'll beat your ass)
Cooler on the chop, please run 'fore it heat up (f*ck on)
Call the ambulance for them n*ggas, they done got cleaned up

[Verse 7: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, chopsticks, spike kicks, fresh-ass criminal
Y'all is not f*ckin' with us, I'm speakin' in general (For real)
Seen his ho on my di*k, now he tweetin' subliminals
One gon' hit her, now it's on, when I see her, I'm drilling her (It's on)
Pop said, "Boy, you a savage, I raised me a gentleman" (Savage)
Dump the 40, finger-f*ck it, we just friends with benefits
I just milked a dumb b*tch, she thinkin' we serious (Hah)
Just want the neck anyway, I'm glad you on your period
Sent that b*tch a di*k picture, b*tch, come here (b*tch, come here)
Had to hop off the bench like it's a bus near
b*tch, I'm here right now, f*ck who was here (b*tch)
Got her swallowing balls like her tongue pierced (Woo)
Lil' bro got more heart than your leader (Gang)
Put them Rude Gang Twins on your ass, them boys demons (Get 'em)
Catch you tryna creep, pull up shootin' like Cheaters
Hollow chillin' in the clip like a beeper, ayy
Freak b*tch, turn around, we ain't doing missionary (Uh-uh)
Straight backshots, I don't want you looking at me (Duh)
When I say bro popped a whole bar, don't mean he took a Xanny
Pocket rocket, keep that lil' b*tch like I'm a sugar daddy, n*gga (On my life)

[Outro]
(Damn, E, this a classic)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)