Takin' No Shortz Lyrics - Singles - Hollow Tip

Nigga the funk is on 

So it's like mando that I stay strapped 

So if these niggas dump I'm in the position to spray back 

So when we slide you best to drop quickly 

My nigga Dame with the MAC-12 hangin up out the drop 50 

That's how it is when we ride, breakin niggas down 

Niggas hit the ground when the sound of my triggas clown 

Cause I'm not takin no shorts 

So if I have to peel your cap then my strap is feelin no remorse 

Then sideways through the next fool 

That try to step I pull the tech and leave him dead on his old school 

So if your ass wants to dance bring your chrome gat 

Or wind up on your back layin stranded with your dome cracked 

Because we livin in the fast days 

So if your ass wanna die fuckin with me, theres a fast way 

It's young Hollow Tip niggas better start knowin 

Before I have to dump and leave your whole hood blowin 

Niggas get got when the glock cock 

So nigga come up out them D's or be layin in your drop, shot 

Because the niggas that I fuck with is hella manish 

Down for the jack pull out their strap and watch your D's vanish 

Chorus: 4X 

(Spice 1 sample) I'm sick up in this game I ain't takin no mothafuckin shorts in 

(Hollow Tip) I'm lettin them know I'm sick with a clip and ain't takin no shorts up in this gangsta shit 

I'm comin from the ride, posted on the side with them twin glocks 

Peep how I bend blocks if I gotta spend shots 

To any nigga tryin to sheist on a calm jack 

But they on they back from the hollow point contact 

Because I'm quick to crack your chestplate 

And leave you in the mist of my clip cause you slip tryin to playa-hate 

And bang your ass with the glocks to your mouth 

And watch your ass fold layin technically knocked out 

I can't be faded best to watch who you steppin to 

I comes through with the automatic weapon to shoot 

The next nigga that move with a strap 

Will be layin face flat catchin 17 up in his back 

Cause this a jack so don't be wastin no time 

So crack the safe before I bust cause ain't no tracin this nine 

I'm on a mission, trippin off the love of the scrills 

I'm lettin off on every block cause for the money I'll kill 

And that's real and start lightin up shit like a bomb sack 

Khakis hangin low, fully strapped for the combat 

That's when these playa-hatin niggas bail 

50-round MAC-12 dishin out more heat than Celly Cel 

Chorus: 4X 

I won't be takin no shortz, I'm from the loc'ed out playa click 

So if it gets thick I gots to grab the K and spray a bitch 

Because that hoe might be snitchin crossin game up 

Tryin to have me locked down with my ankles chained up 

So I pistol-whipped and choked that hoe 

I'm havin visions in my mind tellin me that I should smoke that hoe 

But Ima let that bitch live cause I gotta bone 

I thought about it again and shot that hoe up in her dome 

I can't be leavin no mandatory witness 

When I'm loc'in up cause ain't no way to reverse sickness 

That's why so many niggas on the run 

Cause they know they quick to get done when I attack them with the M-1 

That's how it is I'm from the Northside Sac-Town 

Capitol City gangsta that refuse to back down 

And I be bailin in the North High' 

Ready to take that nigga on a coarse ride and pop him with the four five 

And pop his ass and leave him bleedin from his khakis 

Broke his ass and smoked his ass and left him on the back streets 

I'm audi five to meet Dame in the mega cold 

So I can smoke some dank and still won't be takin shorts 

Chorus: 4X 

Yeah nigga, loc'ed out 

Stay playa-click 

Representin 

Hollow Tip, takin no shorts