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the kinghood cykoz - takin' no chancez كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: t.i.t.a.n.]

i’m taking no chances with these b_tches of the nine deuce. following the nine three, spitting game to b_tches, like mark and bruce. since i’m a rapper they figure i got dough. giving up the nappy dugout for my green, got me feeling low. just for my money you pretend to be my honey. to get me on hard, you first ask me for credit card. girl, you better learn the game, trying to f_ck over me. what’s on my mind is breaking you in my fantasy. i call you up but you ain’t home so i write love letters. i’m outgrown so this relationship ain’t getting better. your face is phony, careful in the nine o season. b_tches carry diseases so don’t be tempted to please ’em. who’s f_cking who is the question of the year. since i’m your boy l’m full of warning with the phone up to my ear. remember nikki. b_tch tried to trick me. and her plan worked ’cause now dr. steady sticking me. now i’ve been hearing y’all got something going these days. she might got aids, but psychos work in mysterious ways. just take heed, homes, when you sitting here in this. the pleasure part’s tough, but it’s the pain that’s got me fearing this. i gotta go ’cause this ho got the boning trances. she’s begging, “give me leg.” but jimmy ain’t taking chances

[verse 2: leathaface]

i’m taking no chances. i’m riding down the street with my gun c_cked. for the ganged out fools hanging on my block. ice cube said today was a good dav. no one was k!lled at the copa last sat_rday. i’m creeping with my boys down dayton ave. i see some slobs, they wanna start a bloodbath. i grab my glock from the motherf_cking back seat. taking no chances, i gotta put slobs to sleep. i bust the cap at the motherf_cking blood boys. we hit the freeway ’cause n_ggas was paranoid. we rolling deep to the motherf_cking projects. i grab my gat ’cause a psycho’s gotta watch his back. i put my gun in my coat and step out the car
n_ggas staring at me ’cause they wanna take bruce to war. taking no chances, i put my hand around the chrome. the n_gga moved so i put a hole in his dome
the boy fell to the streets as he laid dead. blood was streaming on the concrete from his head. on crime stoppers, they label me worse than manson. but mr
chainsaw ain’t taking chances

[verse 3: dr. jekyll]

i ain’t taking no chances. i’m creeping with my n_gga, mr. mark steel. leatherface is peeling caps to k!ll at will. i got a pack of glock 9s for them n_ggas in the dope game ’cause dr. jekyll’s color blind. i got a tight grip on my gat. i keep peeping over my shoulders ’cause n_ggas wanna jack. but randy james is cautious
and if i catch you slipping, you’re laying in a coffin. rat_a_tat_tat, boom boom, like that. never hesitate to put a n_gga on his back. the n_gga had to pay the price
for trying to jack a gangster, the fool had to lose his life. he thought he was cool in the process. but now he’s got a bullet hole in his chest. now he’s laying on his death bed. with a rose on his chest and bullet wound to his head. then on your grave perform dances. ’cause a n_gga like jekyll ain’t taking no chances

[verse 4: c_lo “d”]

c_lo d, the neighborhood jack is back again. ripping some sh_t, flipping the script for my foes and my friends. i’m tired of the n_ggas around the way trying to fight me. ’cause when they try that dumb sh_t, it really excites me. been eight years since i was first put down in the rap game. did everything from stealing cars and even sold cocaine. n_ggas got jealous, some even tried to f_ck me. i made it through it all so maybe i’m lucky. or maybe it’s the way that i held my own g
n_ggas knew who i was so they didn’t push up on me. it wasn’t ’cause i was from the heart, it’s how i claimed to be. by word of mouth they knew that i was packing that thing with me. this just a message to you all trying to diss. you better watch your back ’cause you’ll get put on the hit list. ’cause 93 to be, y’all p is making advances. and a n_gga like c_lo d ain’t taking no chances. yeah

[verse 5: marc steele]

i’m taking no chances. bumps in the trunks for the jackers. and jimmy’s in my wallet ’cause mr. bruce is a macker. b_tches on my d_ck and n_ggas wanna jack. i gotta pack a gat ’cause my pocket’s full of crack. you call me a rapper and i love the b_tches. but i watch my pockets ’cause the b_tches want my riches. they’re staring at my bucket, hoes want my ducats. you still won’t touch it if i f_ck you and you suck it. if i get them panties, bet you think i owe you money. but all i’m leaving you with is milk, nuts, and honey. i took you to my crib, b_tch, i laid you on the bed. i f_cked you in the ass then you gave me some head. you sucking and we f_cking, we f_cking and you sucking. but now you mad at me ’cause i didn’t give you nothing. i kicked you in the ass, i kicked you out my house. you still on my jock so i put a gun to your mouth. then i squeezed the trigger, how the f_ck you figure? you thought it was a game but i’m a psycho, not a wesley_n_gga. like you wesley_n_ggers, you a b_tch, you ain’t sh_t. now let’s flex nuts with the dayton ave lunatics

- the kinghood cykoz

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