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Taking Hits Lyrics

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Young Buck : Taking Hits Lyrics

Songwriters: Houston, Jordan; Beauregard, Paul; Brown, David; Reed, D;

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Hello? What's up, who is this?
Yo nigga, this murda rich
What's up nigga?
What's up with you my nigga?, Check this out

Some shit done popped of right? Yeah
I need you and 'Tay to go handle it, aight
I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga's fat
Bring it back to me on a plate, that's whats up, aight

I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits

I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits

It's gon' cost, but we gon' get him gone, take his life away
2 A.K's, we gon' send him home
This is how we livin' from the projects to the prisons
So don't be to comfortable, bitch 'cuz you can be a victim

Get 'em buck, hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up
Should've duck'd, got killed, nigga wasn't quick enough
Shit is real, I ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here with a full clip
Now lemme show you niggas what you'll get, get 'em 'Tay

They never seen a mad man, come and dump up on these fools
Get the 4-5 cocked back, gunnin' at you dudes
Black down, thuged out and masked to match
I'm not doin' it 'cuz theme pussy niggas, bastards cap

Who want that? you want that, I don't think you do
Like I gun the bloody down, shit, I gun you too
I'm like 50, I don't care if it's platinum or white gold
Soon as I cock it back, gimme that ice hoe, yeah

I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits

I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits

Hello? Yo buck, murder rich nigga
What's up nigga?
Man, I'm tryin to see whats up with that business, nigga
Hey man, we f'nd to bust this niggas head, hit you back, I'ma aight?

Hey there he go, he don't know that we behind him
So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him
You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it?
A bunch of niggas smokin' weed, that got dope on it

And we don't leave no evidence, or no finger prints
Follow certain elements, 'cuz niggas goto jail for this
They say I'm heaven sent, I think I'm hell bound
'Cuz I'm addicted to the way a 12 gauge sound

I keep the dough in, swing the chopper and the pit-bull shit
If he run, he ain't gettin' one, get a clip full of it
That's for movin', must have been some confusion, when I came in
Told you lay the fuck down, or else these bullets cave in

Must thought I was playin, I'ma let you know when I shoot that 4
How it go when a gangster roll, murder man
Blood bath, what'd you take it for
I ain't playin' games, ain't nothing gon' ever change
Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, muthafucka

I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits

I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him
I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin
We takin' hits