J Dilla - Take Notice with Guilty Simpson lyrics

rate me

Take Notice Lyrics: JDilla and Guilty Simpson

unngh- unngh- unngh- unngh..

holla- holla- holla- holla- holla- holla

yall think a nigga playin

don't let me have to lace you up

yeah- yeah- yeah

louder- louder-louder

turn it up

j dilla ....

unngh

yall niggas know....

bang it out yall

we bang it out yall

we bang it out yall/

[gs] take notice.....'i'm jumpin' in the game head first and make the tec jerk

to cancel your network/ you feminine cats/ catch a bad one

my gun ell be there pokin' dat ass with magnums

i spar with the best / just the first of my litter /come see the scars on my chest / we savage/

ill style with extra static /before you talk shit / you better know the hearts of the niggas you walk with

this ain't no slap on the wrist shit / this sick shit / homicidal energy / sump'em to empty clips wit/

negative/gutter/this is what you want/this is what you get/take it in the brain motherfcuka

this ain't no slap on the wrist shit / this sick shit/homicidal energy / sump'em to empty clips wit /

negative /gutter /this is what you want / this is what you get/take 'em the brain motherfcuka

[ jd ] its the filth the flawn/ the flawn the filth

the nice with the pimps

the cars/ the hard hitters, the giants/

cats preparin' for they last days like it's j-2-K

but they way too late

wrap up a piece / ready to feast/

maybe dey'll save you a plate

we gottu take over your radio waves

nowdays i 'ont do it for dem mics /cause they pay for dem things/

fcukin up lettin' J in da game

i don't sleep / i load the heat..'n

wait to aim it and bang

Guilt with dilla dog / a dangerous game

yeah.. and this ain't the slap on the wrist shi t/ this big shit/

feel more energy / somethin to smack your bicth with

gully...gutter

givin' you what you want / twistin' it up to take it to the head motherfcuka/

[gs] because the familys' my brothahood

catch 'em in the face like a heavyweight with no guard

pardon me as i bogard

mature monster

I out think the average but equally savage

sendin generals of your roster

i send' em back in sac

murder minister counter reacts and launches attacks

ruthless

ten branches / ten nooses

ten necks / ten tecs and ten shooters

black Buddhas / late night intruders

you ever seen tha panther maneuver?

im even smoother guy

you might lose your eye

either way you chose you die

we cruisin' high

river rules / july the fourth

slidin' off and fire the horse

.45 colt / niggas scatter from thunderous lightn'ning bolts

rewrite your notes and recite them jokes

you' like the pope

i ice your throat

after that i'll slice your throat

with the same razor use to slice the dope

not by me

but i know those types of folks

now calm down

i never could put the fire arm down

that's why every thing i do stresses mom out ( yeah nigga feel me)

[jd] first name J / last name deezy

here to change the game playa / please believe me

a cake boy 'til my heart stops pumpin'

mission complete when yall niggas mout' stop runnnin' (bicthes)

[gs] last name simpson / first name guilty

takin' the game furtha than most of you niggas will be.

a dread-naught 'til my heart stops pumpin'

destined for greatness when these A & R's stop frontin'

(motherfcukas)

Thanks to ronwestray