[Tek]

My eyes seen some breaks and bullets that passed

Plenty of ass, snakes come up outta the grass

Fort drink from a glass that we throw in the air

Champagne spillin over, as we toast to the year

Most passion guns, healthy girls and sons

To take over family biz, live out tradition

Like it's planned to be, flow gradually

Had to take everything, nothing hand to me

For the money, I respect have me kickin your door

You're in trouble when you can't see the angel no more



[Steele]

This little nigga seen a lotta ill shit in my life

Blood on my kicks, tale of a black nigga tryin to get rich

Life is a bitch, now a nigga fickle my dick

Loves to fuck, and live life allustrious

Why must we bust, mix murder with business

Corrupt the game, that ain't the way to conduct things

I ain't tryin to get my family involved in gun blaze

Have thief come back like instant replay

In Bucktown niggas get killed in broad day

Along with they peeps, they moms and shor-tay



[Tek]

It's a dirty game of cold hearts

You play it out to the end or you don't start

Let them things go unneccesary hit ya mark

Wanna live to be rich gotta be smart



[Chorus x4:]

You can't take me out, you can't take me out



[Steele (Tek)]

I knew you was grimy before I met you

Raw metal, If I squeeze, god bless you

(And god forgive me, but I had to do it

If I didn't I'd be in the I.C. unit losin fluid)

But I know this ain't the end lord

We got used to it

(And I know this gun is not my friend lord

It's like we like to use it)

It's like we like the music

It's like we like the bullshit

I get frustrated by the bullshit and easy to pull shit

(Give me somethin you can feel this)

Stainless Steel shit

(Thick ill shit, kill you and the dude you chill wit)

And if I ain't your killa, I still cry for you

Lord knows I'm not a murderer, I'm just good at what I do

(So If my lifes on the line, and my backs on the wall

May the lord be with you when I back up the four)

And may the lord be with you when your backs on the floor

Chokin on your own blood, cuz you relaxed during war



[Chorus x4]



[Steele (Tek)]

Motherfuckers want us outta the picture (is that so?)

In the streets you can die to that (gotta go)

Stop your blood flow, you cowards can't eat no more

Money gotta a nigga dress to woe

(Mr. Ripper test the fo', die offa cess and 'dro

Head shots turn a coward into vegetable)

Hot ones to your vest and clothes

By professional, once it blow, god best it goes

(Take yo tokes, lookin to pretty to throw

Anyway we're you goin ain't gonna need it no more

Kickin grown rap, but a cocaine rap

Disrespect that, get your old man slapped

Strong arm tact's have your whole fam whacked

P.N.C. the best hit you back to back

Chest to chest, strip your ears, wrist and neck

Stop talkin like a killer if you scared to death)



[Chorus x4]



You can't take us out, you can't take us out

You can't take us out

You can't take us out, you can't take us out

You can't take us out, you can't take us out



[Hook x4:]

It can't happen nigga, let's get it poppin nigga

It won't happen nigga, let's get it poppin nigga