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(feat. Guru) Take cover (cause shit could go down for real) Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?) Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real) Take cover (and never hear a sound for real) Late night you hear the gun spark, it's dumb dark Fight for life, in the ghetto, gave me a numb heart The one part, that y'all bitches missed is how a hardcore thug could switch up and slit his wrists The other kid across town, bucked his own self down Stress'll make a nigga a mess, so I don't play around Like Big Shug said, you _Fuck Around_ you _Lay Around_ Catch a _Moment of Truth_ like slugs from a four pound Headz know, aiyyo I blaze tracks strictly State facts officially, mad dimes wanna get with me Let me mention, me and Premier, livin legends Blessin every mic I touch, relievin tension (for real) just like shiatsu massage Put your career on freeze, +No Guarantees+ like Chico DeBarge So you should move with apprehension or get fenced in Surround by a +Union+ of thugs, ready to put dents in your body, lace you from head to toe I give the right signal, niggaz be ready to throw So knock that shit off, stop playin games, I run the game SongtexteI maintain while other lame-ass cats fucked up in game On the wall of shame, endin up as a no-name While I'm reppin in the motherfuckin hall of game Still I'm knowin exactly when suckers wanna get at me Thinkin they can attack me, I shut down the head of the faculty The others could get smothered, word to mother Aiyyo it's Bald Head Slick, about to flip so take cover Take cover (cause shit could go down for real) Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?) Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real) Take cover (and never hear a sound for real) Take cover (cause shit could go down for real) Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?) Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real) Take cover (and never hear a sound for real) Aus Songtexte Mania