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Silkk the Shocker - It Takes More lyrics
Halloway and (Silkk the Shocker) Chorus Everybody wants to be a mobb figga It takes more than soldier gear, to be a soldier, nigga Boy you ain't a gansta, unless you down to ride (Silkk the Shocker), Made Man, (GC), wise guys x2 Silkk the Shocker: I'm in to win it, sky's the limit, nigga I ball till I fall I got a click full, its like fuck it, I'm lettin loose all If you real, you real, if you fake, you fake, ya'll niggas tryin to be hard But the problem is you be tryin too hard It's Silkk the Shocker and GC, meet me uptown Third ward, CP, apartment 3B We mobb niggas, we made niggas to real niggas, to rich niggas Bitch nigga, to the cave nigga Now ya'll really wanna play nigga If you going be a soldier, then be a soldier If you wanna be a thug, then be a thug Make the right call, can't be a killa and drug dealer, tasty, lights off You gotta be ready to go all out for the clout Four in a half, no doubt If it's a showdown you gotta be prepared to go down Real niggas make the world go round And what Chorus x2 Valerio: It take more than them boys and where you from to call yourself a click Nigga we deep as the abyss Its all about that foolishness Just let me cross the niggas sayin they want a piece of the GC's When I release these, I engage to they fucking species So me me at the BATTLEFIELD motherfucker Still bout that blocka blocka, still bout that bucka bucka Still runnin with the hustlers, the gangstas, the killas The flossers, the ballers, the fucking made niggas Spade: Fucking round right up a mobsta, no second guessin Most notorious in my profession, murder, no question Ghetto Commission, oh we made niggas, respect the flame Thats burnin motherfuckers out the game, ain't nothing but a thang Mafia reign for '99, niggas sportin such thangs A pinky rings and the rolies with the diamond bling Its a money thang, syndicated crime at it's finest We got NOPD and the feds runnin behind us Chorus x2 Halloway: These niggas practice what they preach, fucking beef with Silkk theShocker Mistah Mistah mistah Halloway, just call a fucking proverb Split you like you in trama (you want drama) From the waste up, to the face down, I'm a fuck around, and that's a motherfucking My glock goes bang bang, buck when I fuck We pullin rain, read them diamonds on my takn, nigga that means bank No Limit, no gimmick, we made motherfuckers, make you spin We bout to take over the world, if you test us, bitch you finished My images is dredlocks and glasses, straight up whippin niggas asses You fuck wione nigga in dis click, and you gettin dealt with by themasses We in court and outta court for putting niggas on life support We ain't about to face no time, bitch we mobsters, we got judges bought Chorus x2 (Silkk the Shocker) Fuck Motherfucking wise guys nigga Made man nigga Organized crime, ya heard me |
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