[Tek]
My eyes seen some breaks and bullets that pa**ed
Plenty of a**, snakes come up outta the gra**
Fort drink from a gla** that we throw in the air
Champagne spillin over, as we toast to the year
Most pa**ion guns, healthy girls and sons
To take over family biz, live out tradition
Like it's planned to be, flow gradually
Had to take everything, nothing hand to me
For the money, I respect have me kickin your door
You're in trouble when you can't see the angel no more
[Steele]
This little n***a seen a lotta ill sh** in my life
Blood on my kicks, tale of a black n***a tryin to get rich
Life is a b**h, now a n***a fickle my dick
Loves to f**, and live life allustrious
Why must we bust, mix murder with business
Corrupt the game, that ain't the way to conduct things
I ain't tryin to get my family involved in gun blaze
Have thief come back like instant replay
In Bucktown n***as get k**ed in broad day
Along with they peeps, they moms and shor-tay
[Tek]
It's a dirty game of cold hearts
You play it out to the end or you don't start
Let them things go unneccesary hit ya mark
Wanna live to be rich gotta be smart
Chorus 4X:
You can't take me out, you can't take me out
[Steele](Tek)
I knew you was grimy before I met you
Raw metal, If I squeeze, god bless you
(And god forgive me, but I had to do it
If I didn't I'd be in the I.C. unit losin fluid)
But I know this ain't the end lord
We got used to it
(And I know this gun is not my friend lord
It's like we like to use it)
It's like we like the music
It's like we like the bullsh**
I get frustrated by the bullsh** and easy to pull sh**
(Give me somethin you can feel this)
Stainless Steel sh**
(Thick ill sh**, k** you and the dude you chill wit)
And if I ain't your k**a, I still cry for you
Lord knows I'm not a murderer, I'm just good at what I do
(So If my lifes on the line, and my backs on the wall
May the lord be with you when I back up the four)
And may the lord be with you when your backs on the floor
Chokin on your own blood, cuz you relaxed during war
Chorus 4X
[Steele](Tek)
Motherf**ers want us outta the picture (is that so?)
In the streets you can die to that (gotta go)
Stop your blood flow, you cowards can't eat no more
Money gotta a n***a dress to woe
(Mr. Ripper test the fo', die offa cess and 'dro
Head shots turn a coward into vegetable)
Hot ones to your vest and clothes
By professional, once it blow, god best it goes
(Take yo tokes, lookin to pretty to throw
Anyway we're you goin ain't gonna need it no more
Kickin grown rap, but a c**aine rap
Disrespect that, get your old man slapped
Strong arm tact's have your whole fam whacked
P.N.C. the best hit you back to back
Chest to chest, strip your ears, wrist and neck
Stop talkin like a k**er if you scared to d**h)
Chorus 4X
You can't take us out, you can't take us out
You can't take us out
You can't take us out, you can't take us out
You can't take us out, you can't take us out
Hook 4X:
It can't happen n***a, let's get it poppin n***a
It won't happen n***a, let's get it poppin n***a