Silkk The Shocker

Silkk The Shocker - It Takes More lyrics

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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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Author: Ghetto Commission, Silkk The Shocker

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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