Artist: Southside Playaz f/ Big T Album: Street Game Song: Can't Take It Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus: Big T] I can't take it no more, these niggaz acting shady I can't take it no more, and these bitches trying to play me (I can't take it no more), no more no more (I need more money more), mo' money mo' money La-da-da-da-di-da-da-da-la-da-la-da [Clay-Doe] I can't take it no more, but what the fuck can I do My rent due, and my status give me deja vu Man I'm through with this broke shit, I'm ass out Hoping nobody can notice My focus is slipping, I'm knowing I'm tripping Seeing niggaz have it, and I'm thinking bout dipping So I clip in and flipping, before I end up insane Especially the niggaz on me changed, they think it's a game Stop playing, before I do what I gotta do And I'm laying, dead for taking shit I owe you So fuck a nigga, I don't give a fuck bout repercussions Bank job hit the do', bail in busting Be the one standing tall, the nigga that ain't ducking Same nigga five minutes later, suffering Me I have potential, bummy having nothing Fuck that, Clay-Doe got's to get something [Chorus] [Mr. 3-2] I can't take it no mo', gotta get my life in order Maneuver a lil' smarter, keep my head above the water My son and daughter, don't understand excuses Who could provide if I ain't alive, cause then I'm useless Baby the juices is sour, every close to the ending To get two G's but please, focused on winning No pretending how I'm living, ready to go all out On a major paper route, and I'm nationally bleeding the block Got it hot it was a plot, cause I had no other way Playing with brown and white, hoping to see a better day It's crucial out here, the whole city is infected With snitches planning rallies, and undercover detectives It's hectic I'm breaking my back, tied up my shoe laces Daily caught up catching cases, when I count my big faces Life is what you make it, and I take it to the extreme Getting Benjamin Franklins, necessary by all means [Chorus] [Mike D] I can't take it no more, my trigger finger's getting itchy Situation getting sticky, cause the rich niggaz get me Tired of million dollar plans, falling through my hands Steady sinking like quicksand, on a quest to be the man Put a tool in my hand, and watch niggaz get flipped For the love of the cheddar, you'll get your whole noggin split I'm starving bitch, in need of the scrilla Through the do' with the milla, knocking holes in your pill-a I creep through the streets, while you niggaz count sheep Dropping hotties in your bodies, with a M-1-3 Don't spend mercy now player, with a slug to your jaw I need keys in my paws, G's in my balls Empty out the whole vault, so I can splurge in the mall Say dog, ain't no rules in a broke man's world Just let the 2-2-3 hurls, while I feed my baby girls You holding your nuts, I gotta get this payroll fuck it [Chorus - 2x]