Stretch - Take a n***a Like Me lyrics

Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this motherf**er And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright It's on, nineteen ninety f** Chorus: Now everybody wanna pack a Glock When all the time n***as know, that'cha skins get locked It takes a n***a like me, cos I can see thru the fake You n***as make it sound good, but you n***as is cupcakes Ass out if you're the last (n***a) To feel the wrath when I blast (n***a) Figure I can make a motions for murder Ma** destruction, discussions unheard of f** the script, I feel the pow's in and out of town And now it's on-a, just from city, to 300 See it's a shame on how these lames keepin up the game f**in up the game for the next real n***a Until my Gz do it, time to stay cell block Stay strong while Gz get your ride on I been there and done that, no tellin If I ever come back but if I do, I ain't scared of it See some n***as call drug busts, non-plussed Swear to God, only momma had it sewed up So f** the company cos ya best ta keep on walkin While you can, 'fore my Doggs start barkin, man Hangin out late night, off the shee-ba All's we heard is they got what they de-served See up in trojans, spit the game a little more than that Then I be f**in off the game before the next n***a Never test what you can't keep Cos if I need it, I'mma get it, if I want it, I'mma take it I'm undisputed, undefeated, might've even cheated I'm highly weeded, so much you get'cha a** heated I know it might sound like a n***a sayin somethin But me and my n***as ain't give nothin, yeah For one magical wavin his Tek I can make the whole motherf**er party and jet Young stretch him in the house, waitin for you to trip So I can pop in this clip and make your b**h a** strip Glock parties, block parties, n***as best on burning Cos once we get up on it, catch you in a Kodak moment n***a (we turn n***as bu*ts to ash), straight up (No ma**es, it clips to last) Eastside Wotts n***as ain't wit all that dissin and sh** Hit em with the slang, knock his brain from his frame, baby Chorus n***as, buck their domes so they wanna act wild The def town makin home course from X-Files Schitzophreniac, you think you're maniac But ol' laniacs, y'all just some fraidy cats For sayin that, come to the 'Wood, get that a** light Come play hockey wit these Kings and get that a** iced Competition was down core, ra-cum-ba-ba Who been the lesser learned to arrived, bum-pa This will was meant to role, never heard of control Even my b**h will snatch your soul out'cha *?f** pool?* ????? fast n***as, straight cupcakes Before they hit me up, they wave till they be my face These n***as got me smokin, these wiggas got me hot Talkin bout who they shot and how they carry Glocks Like I said, some know me from that bang in the West Enemies know me from pullin straps, bustin caps in they necks I'm from Inglewood, where your life's considered a joke n***a, the bottom's off Crenshaw and 104th Now it's time to separate these prankster gangstas Young Gz and Wallabies, Young Soldierz to breeze Chorus (x2) n***as runnin mouth like it's the thang to do They saw how we put it down, now they bangin too They wanna do what the gangstas do, check that And imitate while the Soldierz' true Break out of this, reality is the city I dwell k** em ????? a pump iron, make him relate to his hell, n***a, uhh I feel like in order to kick, gangsta sh**, n***as need a licence, n***a What? I feel like in order to kick, gangsta sh**, n***as need a licence All of a sudden, now you're hard, n***a Like the day you were born, you're still a b**h n***a And I know that it's not, but I makes it my job Without the green, I bets to bring the ????? to your squad I hope you understand that we take, n***as for jokes And how we do mark-a** n***as? Slap your a** in the throat Tag teamin, toe-taggin n***as, ol' baggin n***as Doin a batch of n***as wit machines that double teams Jumpin n***as like pogos Droppin n***as quick like a**es on low-low's No more room for the n***as who ain't troopers The West and Eastside are the original beatsiders, provide us A motherf**in mic and a ho And we can crack em both for show, f** toe for toe Foe for foe, young n***a don't make me Sure your Glocks ain't got no safety Makin principalities about my casualties 'Rip or Blood n***a, it really don't matter me Jose, you might just lose your life Put down them drawers, hang a b**h by his balls Y-Gz Chorus to fade