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Correct The Takeover Lyrics
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Correct The Takeover
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[Intro] Come on, yeah R-O-C-K runnin' this rap shit Top Dawg, yeah, we runnin' this rap shit Thirty days, thirty nights runnin' this rap shit This the takeover, yeah, I'm runnin' this rap shit Talk shit, yeah, you might get clapped quick Man, fuck that, man, let me stop playin' with these niggas [Verse 1] This the takeover, my nigga, the wait is over The game's over, gun range in my Range Rover I ain't sober, a trunk shot'll lean sideways A local witness said he flipped off the highway Catastrophe, if it ain't, it's blasphemy Killers that blast for me Bitches that win pageants, they call me Your Majesty Walk with my pants saggin', puffin' a blunt Half these niggas ain't half of me But fuck that, buck back, lay down, this war you ready? I'm spoken word from a Malcolm X verb, I'm heavy Feel the wrath of a god emcee Make it rain thirty songs, that's the god in me Ain't no guardin' me, this Armageddon for you peasants I resurrect the rap game after this rhymin' session I'm a rhymin' ledger, my Ramas'll break depression Or poppin' a deadly weapon Or droppin' the top of rappers and droppin' it on the record Hop in a bubble Lexus Top Dawg is the future and you lookin' at the Jetsons I be lookin' at my weapon like "You son of a bitch" I squeeze one time, you dump out half of the clip Now, that's a automatic, faggot, get your ammo up It don't jam, yo, my ammo get Rambo touch Get your candles and camos, and smoke on up Jump out your sandals as soon as that van roll up And "Ow", look what you niggas woke up A bear with unbearable fight, get your cranium crushed Titanium bars to bite, turn your teeth into dust, nigga It's Dennis the Menace, fuck a doctor, call us, nigga Don't fuck with you fuck-niggas Fuck with the family, then I'm fuckin' you up, nigga Tell me what's up, nigga, you dig me? Yeah, strictly 'Bout my paper, throwin' thirties on a scraper .30-06 complimented by the laser Paralyze you from the waist down if I graze you, you dig me? I ride dirty like a bum with lices, that there is priceless The nicest on these mic devices Might need both of the mics to (?) where Christ is A crisis happens after I writes this A righteous poem been mergin' storms and brightens The atmosphere with fire, pussy Gonorrhoea for your vagina, lookee here Thirty days, thirty nights Explosives bombin' every hip-hop site, get ready
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