Artist: Cocoa Brovas Album: Game Over (Compilation) Song: You Can't Take Me Out Typed by: goldenarms_10304@yahoo.com [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 4X: 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 4X [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 4X 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 4X: It can't happen nigga, let's get it poppin nigga It won't happen nigga, let's get it poppin nigga