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Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mineA tech nine might come in handy for the next timeI'm frustrated, chumps are making me madDon't seem to understand that I'm just that badToo gold, too bold, too fly for them to stopThe man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocksI gotta get the dough, gotta run the showI'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or soGo for what you feel and deal wit this'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit thisAnd packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rappingBy any means necessary, you can't get buriedI may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wildSo when you scheme, yo, I scheme tooAnd I've been out here and yes, I've seen youI know your face, I know your name and all your people kidI've got mad connections, so won't do a bidI make the moves, I'm never faking'Cause the loot is for the takingThe loot is for the takingMad murderer stalk in the night when you walkFeelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rockNo regrets for doing shit I had to doI was hard headed and yea, I still am tooSongtexteBut you know I got things under controlSo you should slow your roll that's my advice to you broA street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenileI'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden childThat's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissingYou wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take yaOr else let the man command'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jamSo if you wanna know who's really bossThen try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big lossIf I don't get my way, you're historyTo you, I'm a mystery, you never understand meI came to grab the tapes and be outI came to get what's due to me 'cause I got cloutI make the moves, I'm never faking'Cause the loot is for the takingThe loot is for the takingI'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets hereRolling correct to get my point across clearSights in the city make me bitterAnd I ain't taking no shit from no sucker niggaI move swift, always looking for the money to makeI need the cash flow, I got a lot at stakeAnd I could never go out like a crabSo shut the hell up and put the money in a big bagHand it over smooth likeI need fat dough, I got things to do tonightI'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught shortAnd those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked offIt's my turn to clock the ducketsBeing broke, nah, I can't fuck wit itI'm making moves, never faking'Cause the loot is for the takingThe loot is for the taking Aus Songtexte Mania