DJ KAYSLAY - Don't Take It There (Remix) lyrics

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Yo Kay whattup! The kid Yayo man!

You know 50 blew some of that magic dust on me

Now I'm a get some of that MTV money you know

I ain't mad at ya homey, yo Jim Jones you with me? !

Hey Slay what it do?

That's what I'm talkin about!

I mean you killed them already on the first one

Is that Sheek Louch, Papoose, Uncle Murda, Tony Yayo and Jim Jones? !

This is the remix! D-Block!

You don't wanna war with me

Hammer on my lap since the first Skate Key

Now I'm in the Range or the SRT

Pat me down, that ain't where a Gemstar be

When Sheek come torn things to Mardi Gras

Straight Stuntin Magazine bitches in my car

Black shades hoodie on big cigar

Long chain pinky ring big to par

Police watchin rooftop binoculars

Don Guerilla, Good Love popular

I'm gettin money like the Jews bitch, mazel tov

Clap at 'em matter of fact let Pap get 'em

It's a body in the trunk right let's go shread 'em

I ain't the King of New York I'm just plain old Louch

Big man out that motherfuckin classic group

I been a pimp but I guess they only listen to Snoop

Let's go to war!

You don't wanna war with me (No No)

You don't wanna go there with me (No)

Before you go there with me

Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's

Papoose, Pa-poose!

There's only one king in this city, and

Y'all know the meanin of his name is indian

I got it from my grandma I swear to Vivian

Open up your mouth I'm a stick my semi in

Tried to front so I shock like Shawn Merriman

You a fish out of water this is my aquarium

I let the ruger squeeze with Junior Reid

I chew emcees like I'm chewin seeds

Your crew could bleed leave you intrigued

I'm a truer breed I superceed what you believe

True indeed Jim Jones said it best you dudes is weak

You a fuckin rat went to the D's and chewed the cheese

He a fake blood, burn his flag remove his beeds

Wish I could bring Rem back (BO!)

Run that (BO!) Run that (BO!) FUCK THAT!

Tell your boss you ever try to touch Pap

He better put you in his wheel like a hubcap

You don't wanna war with me (No No)

You don't wanna go there with me (No)

Before you go there with me

Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's

HERE WE GO NOW!

I wake up to that same bullshit, nigga

I wake up to that same full clip, nigga

Go price, low price, no gas goin up

For forty-five a gram, how the FUCK a nigga blowin up?

I get that cocaine, Vicodin, and Xanax pills (What else?)

You know, the same pills, that killed Heath Ledger (YEAH!)

The pies turn to grams, the grams turn to shells

'cause both eyes and hands, are like digi scales

All that talk about the recession, is depressing (hahaha!)

Jay-Z said it, you know where I'm headed

To the strip, where all the fiends show me love (Southsiiiiiiide)

Some feds jump out, I'm a throw my drugs

Then I jump in a hooptie, stash a snub

Then it's off to the projects for some Groupie Love

Got three condoms, hoes got the bub

Got three condoms, hoes got the bub! YEAH!

You don't wanna war with me (No No)

You don't wanna go there with me (No)

Before you go there with me

Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's

Put that thang on his forehead and squeeze the trigger (BANG!)

When he fall, get on top of him, squeeze again, nigga (Get 'em!)

Nobody is untouchable, anybody can get it

I was hurt when I heard they killed Larry Davis in prison (Damn!)

I was young, he inspired me to shoot the police

I did it and got away with it, check my rap sheets (check it!)

E'rybody ain't as fortunate, I'm bein fo' real

Rest In Peace to all the dudes that the police killed

Y'know, some ain't had no gun and some had a gun on 'em

They wasn't shootin at the police, they was runnin from 'em

Them young boys in the hood still thuggin it

Them O.G.s' still tryna stop them from hustlin (What? !)

Them young boys pumped up, poppin them fist

The O.G.s' like, "Man, we too old for this shit"

Lil' man growin up, he'll shoot you in the face

There's a war goin on out here, nobody's safe - ah!

(This ain't '88!)

You don't wanna war with me (No No)

You don't wanna go there with me (No)

Before you go there with me

Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's

If I kill you, I'm brainless

Must be stupid, actin like I ain't rich

Actin like it ain't short money to get ya brains hit

You better watch what you say bitch

Black president, please, because my hood is on the same shit

Tryna get rich offa 'caine bricks

So if you gonna kill a man, then you kill a man proper

All my niggas do the killas like shottas

Fake niggas start grillin like Shabba

Try to stand tall, let the AK chop ya

It's not a end line, won't delay your composure

Shout to El Barrio and Kay Slay, partna

Huh, okay it's still thug-acation

But we Peter roll 'em if it's no blood relation

Put his name on the wall, fuck it we erase him

Put his brains on the floor - fuck it that's for basin

Uh - you don't really want it with me

You don't wanna run into a G

We still gettin money, had a deal a couple hundred on the fee

Still keep the guns under the seat

I run with guerillas, it's a jungle in the streets

Past slow, some is in the streets - fuck all the beef

I can't remember a nigga frontin on me

Heh, I can't remember a nigga frontin on me!