Takeover Songtext
von Mac Reese

Woke up hungry and still ain′t got no food to eat
Wiped the chop and load it with these .223's
Know that I am thinking maybe that I shouldn′t
Take advantage of niggas and fuck 'em like they pussy
Tryna steal my name down these boys like they was Toosie
Young monster nigga on a mission for all the cookie
Could whip the yay hard, I been good with the cooking
My language is the code, I'm fluent off in the jookin′
When they catch a nigga slipping to the station, they wanna book me

′Cause I rose to the top when them niggas said that I couldn't
Immature adolescent, these niggas need ass whooping
Slide through in my Caddy, slapping and subwoofing
Niggas get punked when we come, Ash and Kussa

Send ′em up the yellow brick road to meet the wizard
Stepped out the Hayward Mall and walk in blizzard
Like fuck yo iTunes with a flock of these real niggas


Yeah we hungry, taking off you niggas plate
Switch the license plate, duck tapes and out of state
We pushing big birds, grinding getting it off the curb
Holla if you need us, my niggas stripping out his work

Yeah just give the word, yeah nigga send the goons
Trapping out the trap house, guns all up in the room
Yeah nigga make a move, nigga I'll cut your fuse
Catch ′em slipping with his bitches, strip him out of all his jewels
Yeah this Cali crazy, gang terms tally baby
Busting moves on Taylor Street, knocks up out the alley baby
Rubber off the Rallys baby, J-Boo pretty crazy
Hoes love me, niggas hate me, nigga this how the game raised me
Gave me two guns, a black hoodie with bad thoughts
And keep a chopper for them niggas who wanna act out

Chopper rang out, let it go in his glass house
Fuck sleeping nigga, I'ma make sure he passed out

Been with the shit, got chip, really run the town
Come through, thumbing through grips, signed, shutting shit down
Fuck this rap shit nigga, got hitters still on the curb
My niggas push packs and got wind on much work
I done seen the light, I know the muzzle when it flash
Carbon AR-15 with the shell catch back
Run up on him with it cocked, bet we rock him for the whole slab


Stingy with the work, bet we tax him for every bag
Kingpinning from the loft with the soft, ′bout this bail money
Richest nigga in my zip code, no counting, we scale money
Talking NBA cash, bet this cadence shatter your windshield
Knee deep in the drama, no comma, we post on pavement
From the bucket to the Benz to they love to niggas hating
From the sixes on the 'Lac to the vogues, then back to Dayton
Thirty racks tugging my neck, nigga hugging my collar

D-boy belly, body big like a rottweiler

You know what I'm saying? It′s simple. If you can only be like
The nigga that′s running your crew. If you got a robbing-ass boss
Then you gon' be a robbing-ass crew. If you got a real boss who
Know how to sacrifice and take the bad along with the good and
Show his crew how to be men, then this what you get. Everybody
Shining like new money. It ain′t no other crew like this in the
World and there never will be another. Not Black, and never will be
Yeah nigga, you already know what time it is mane. J-Boo
Mac Reez, Bug E.N.T. nigga. You know what I'm saying?
Niggas gon′ keep this shit pushing for the Sev, nigga. Hype!