Mr. Walt - Take That lyrics

[Rampage] Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal Flipmode, check it out Ha! [Rampage] My sh** is sicker latte Backing out on n***as up at Jimmy's Cafe Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole Take 'em to the crib then I f** 'em that day (true) Kick them b**hes out, you know my gun play (play) I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day) Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now [Baby Sham] Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of n***a that 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** 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**, probably don't fit But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips * Vinia Mojica harmonizes in background of hook [Hook - Busta Rhymes] My real n***as wildin' up in the spot I know y'all n***as want it What up, what up (Take that n***a!) To all my b**hes gettin' rowdy with us I know my b**hes want it What up, what up (Take that b**hes! Take that!) Weak n***as (Take that!) Motherf**ers (Take that!) All my b**hes (Take that!) Thug n***as (Take that!) East coast (Take that!) West coast (Take that!) Dirty south (Take that!) Well if you want it (Take that!) [Roc Marciano] Gangsta n***a I lace cats, blooded and sober, f** who you know of You don't want it, I push 'em dougher 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 a** Word, if I catch your a** sleepin' get clapped Like some applause, I can't afford weak links I'm too strong, n***as are meek [Spliff Star] In a heartbeat I spark the heat Who wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat Turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin' Executioner style, brains on the pavement n***a face it, you thought I live a basement Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated I'm too slick, FBI s** a dick Your son is my fan, plus your daughters my b**h [Hook - Busta Rhymes] [Rah Digga] Yea, with my rhymes hittin' I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy Than the lucy with some chinese chicken Now your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister Lookin' like some sh** on the neck from rusty flippers In my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em Underground swingin' to the +Masters+ Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf Just can't fight the hood [Busta Rhymes] Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na Now let me rip it right, will hit y'all with the Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!! It's so amazing how we stuff sh** up How we blaze it, and we f** sh** up Like when the b**h give me head And I bust and she s** sh** up Like a motherf**in' suction-cup So turn this motherf**in' truck sh** up While I be spillin' this sh** with no remorse See how we k**in' this sh** [Hook - Busta Rhymes]