Take An L (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Why you wanna fuck with a psychopath? (Psychopath) With all the tools in his bag but a Michael mask (Michael mask) Promise this ain't no game (No game) Legit, off-balance, we are not the same (Not the same) Halloween, stop and come follow me Grab the magazine, that's chopper dichotomy (Dichotomy) When it comes to revenge I'm a prodigy Want to take me out? I'll be waiting at Hallowbleed (Hallowbleed) Nobodies talked shit, can't back it up (Back it up) We the mob, that's like kids tryin' to tackle us (Tackle us) Bring a storm, you'll be lost like Gilligan Bitches takin' L's, Kentucky to Michigan [Chorus: Bukshot] They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can (Cause I can) They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can (Cause I can) Got hitters and The Mob on deck, protect (Protect) Got mercs on the books, cashin' checks like (Like) Yeah! You 'bout to catch hell, dawg Yeah! You 'bout to take an L, dawg [Skit 1: Bukshot] Hey yo! These motherfuckers ain't winning, dawg! Y'all thought you was on top? Shit! Fuck outta here! Deadman speak on it! [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] So what they know about the dead? Stay blessed Die cold, arsenal ammo leavin' a mess I'm the epitome of death so they get no rest Hauntin' like a shadow out the shade, you gon' catch a fade You'll get caught up in the raid and the rapture Of the shotgun shells as we put 'em out to pasture (Bam!) Been talkin' that talk without the walk Ain't got a clue about them killers, how we stalking, what we do to get the W (Run it!) Bringin' trouble to your whole fam (Whole fam) Army full of goons got you in a jam, squeeze 'em out is the plan (Pow!) Serve 'em all the L on a platter (On a platter) So bitches need to stop with the chatter Take an L [Chorus: Bukshot & Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Both] They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can (Cause I can) They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can (Cause I can) Got hitters and The Mob on deck, protect (Protect) Got mercs on the books, cashin' checks like (Like) Yeah! You 'bout to catch hell, dawg Yeah! You 'bout to take an L, dawg [Skit 2: Bukshot] You know what they call someone who will drop anybody, any place, anytime? On the drop of a dime? That's an Anybody Killa. That's some Drive-By shit! [Verse 3: Anybody Killa] Orange and blacken up your night, call me Killa bitch, I'm crazy Stabbing at your heartstrings, cut you up like hazy Acting hella devilish, The Entity is coming The evil has you worried, something wicked got you running We underground so everyday we looking like a demon If you know me then you know how I be every Hallow-season Wolfing out with my braids loose, growling at the anger Talking like it's funny, gonna put you in some danger Lookin' out through a scope, about to hit you where it hurts A bloody situation you can't clean when it squirts Murder murder kill kill if you hating like a bitch Flop your ghost in the river, have you sleeping with the fish [Chorus: Bukshot & Anybody Killa & Both] They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can (Cause I can) They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can (Cause I can) Got hitters and The Mob on deck, protect (Protect) Got mercs on the books, cashin' checks like (Like) Yeah! You 'bout to catch hell, dawg Yeah! You 'bout to take an L, dawg [Skit 3: Bukshot] You ever met a motherfucker? The second you turn around they cut your fuckin' throat? Probably not! You're still here, ain't ya? Yo Dirty! That man, he don't steal, he kill! [Verse 4: Turncoat Dirty] Trick or treat, it's Dirty at your doorbell Open up to greet me, you'll be deader than a doornail Take an L, I'll carve it in your forehead Leavin' your body pale while turnin' your motherfuckin' door red Insidious (insidious) and now you're lookin' hideous With slices in your jugular, welcome to amphibious I'm pitiless (pitiless) and do not comprehend compassion Majik Ninja cuttin', slashin', with the Glock I'm fuckin' blastin' Call the cops to stop us, ask and pray to God I'll pass you over Gettin' hallows even on the last day of October Feel that tap up on your shoulder, now you ain't feelin' shit Up there with Jehovah by the time you know you're hit (Know you're hit) [Chorus: Bukshot & Turncoat Dirty & Both] They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can (Cause I can) They like "Hey! Why you fuckin' with me?" 'Cause I can (Cause I can) Got hitters and The Mob on deck, protect (Protect) Got mercs on the books, cashin' checks like (Like) Yeah! You 'bout to catch hell, dawg Yeah! You 'bout to take an L, dawg