Take That lyrics

[Intro (Rampage)]
Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal
Flipmode, check it out
Ha!

[Verse 1: Rampage]
My sh*t is sicker latte
Blackin' out on n*ggas up at Jimmy's Cafe
Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole
Take 'em to the crib then I f*ck 'em that day (true)
Kick them b*tches out, you know my gun play (play)
I'm gangsta, live that street life everyday (day)
Just like Scarface, I still pump the yay (yay)
I gotta get mine, that's the American way, now

[Verse 2: Baby Sham]
Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of n*gga to trip
Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit
Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck
And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as f*ck
Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music
Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it
Eight bars on some next sh*t, probably don't fit
But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
My real n*ggas wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all n*ggas want it
What up, what up?
(Take that n*gga!)
To all my b*tches gettin' rowdy with us
I know my b*tches want it
What up, what up?
(Take that b*tches! Take that!)
Weak n*ggas (Take that!)
Motherf*ckers (Take that!)
All my b*tches (Take that!)
Thug n*ggas (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)
[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
Gangsta n*gga, I lace cats, blunted or sober
f*ck who you know of
You don't want it, I'll put some dough up
I told you once, I'm grippin' the auto
I tap your jawbone, take your broad home in a Volvo
It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back
And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass
Word, if I catch your man sleepin', get clapped
Like some applause, I can't afford weak links
I'm too strong, n*ggas are meek

[Verse 4: Spliff Star]
In a heartbeat I spark the heat
Who wanna start some beef and catch a hot one in they mink?
Turn savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'
Executioner style, brains on the pavement
n*gga face it, you thought I'd never make it
Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated
I'm too slick, FBI: suck a di*k
Your son is my fan, plus your daughter's my b*tch

[Chorus]
My real n*ggas wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all n*ggas want it
What up, what up?
(Take that n*gga!)
To all my b*tches gettin' rowdy with us
I know my b*tches want it
What up, what up?
(Take that b*tches! Take that!)
Weak n*ggas (Take that!)
Motherf*ckers (Take that!)
All my b*tches (Take that!)
Thug n*ggas (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)
[Verse 5: Rah Digga]
Yea, with my rhymes hittin'
I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy
Than a loosie with some Chinese chicken
Have you writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister
Lookin' like some sh*t on the neck from rusty clippers
In my BM, fillin' the tank with my per diem, call 'em as I see 'em
Underground swingin' to the +Masters+
Tigers Woods, light the goods, tried to turn a new leaf
Just can't fight the hood

[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes]
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na
Now let me rip it right now, will hit y'all with the
Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!
It's so amazing how we stuff sh*t up
How we blaze it, and we f*ck sh*t up
Like when the b*tch give me head
And I bust and she suck sh*t up
Like a motherf*ckin' suction cup
So turn this motherf*ckin' truck sh*t up
While I be spillin' this sh*t with no remorse
See how we killin' this sh*t

[Chorus]
My real n*ggas wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all n*ggas want it
What up, what up?
(Take that n*gga!)
To all my b*tches gettin' rowdy with us
I know my b*tches want it
What up, what up?
(Take that b*tches! Take that!)
Weak n*ggas (Take that!)
Motherf*ckers (Take that!)
All my b*tches (Take that!)
Thug n*ggas (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)