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lirik lagu the kinghood cykoz - takin' no chancez

[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

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