Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)
 Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)
 Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)
 Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)

 Late night you hear the gun spark, it's dumb dark
 Fight for life, in the ghetto, gave me a numb heart
 The one part, that y'all bitches missed
 is how a hardcore thug could switch up and slit his wrists
 The other kid across town, bucked his own self down
 Stress'll make a nigga a mess, so I don't play around
 Like Big Shug said, you _Fuck Around_ you _Lay Around_
 Catch a _Moment of Truth_ like slugs from a four pound
 Headz know, aiyyo I blaze tracks strictly
 State facts officially, mad dimes wanna get with me
 Let me mention, me and Premier, livin legends
 Blessin every mic I touch, relievin tension (for real)
 just like shiatsu massage
 Put your career on freeze,  No Guarantees  like Chico DeBarge
 So you should move with apprehension or get fenced in
 Surround by a  Union  of thugs, ready to put dents in
 your body, lace you from head to toe
 I give the right signal, niggaz be ready to throw
 So knock that shit off, stop playin games, I run the game
 I maintain while other lame-ass cats fucked up in game
 On the wall of shame, endin up as a no-name
 While I'm reppin in the motherfuckin hall of game
 Still I'm knowin exactly when suckers wanna get at me
 Thinkin they can attack me, I shut down the head of the faculty
 The others could get smothered, word to mother
 Aiyyo it's Bald Head Slick, about to flip so take cover

 Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)
 Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)
 Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)
 Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)

 Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)
 Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)
 Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)
 Take cover (and never hear a sound for real