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letra de black mask (we're taking it all) - the 701 squad

[chorus: ?]

life ain’t nuthin’ but war
what you heard and you saw
so many things dudes’ll murder you for
come in the house, kick in the door
waving the four
screaming “don’t move, we taking it all!”
we taking it all

[verse 1: ?]

ayo, we are the kids from harlem
black mask, glove compartment i got the black mag
ch-nk with me in the past
looking for this kid jelly
he took a brick from us, and waved on my man
and bounced like a jet ski
when i see him, i’ma choke him up
o.j. in the coat(?) with a knife, poke him up
and let the blood soak him up
i got my whole faculty, east harlem’s backing me
when i see this ch-nk, he out bastin(?)
it’s gon’ be a catastrophe
[verse 2: ch-nk?]

ch-nk, they got the strategy, with twelve, with the family
gently, then have it b, playing with our salary
harlem’s the cavalry, half of you losin’ calories
in this mortal combat, we about to get fatalities
reb, pick me up on four fifth(?)
bring the nine and the four fifth(?)
gun food’ll toast (?) , kick a hoe cl-t

[verse 3: dat n-gga reb? ch-nk? ]

yo, and the n-gga went “haiyah!” (come on!)
and i went “bye-ah!” (yeah(?))
yo, you ever ever seen (yeah) a ninja on fiyahh!

[chorus: ?]

they should’ve never let me hear the track blast
i’m the type to pull my lyrical gat fast
and spit this fire at your wack ass
and do it that fast
you think you got cash?
after this drop, i’m gettin’ big props
and imma watch my money stack fast, you lack class
squad got chicks that (?) and like the act fast
but if you upset me, i got my mans that got hands that’ll cut your black ass
like they was crack glass
with no nunchucks, you dumb f-cks
keep up the black slab(?)

[verse 5: ?]

yo y’all cats think y’all really livin’?
made cus you see me baggin’ all the women (true)
mistake my kindness cus you see me grinnin’
that’s a coffin, and i know you wanna see me in it
once you hear the “clack-clack”
only means you’ll feel the “black-black”(?)
so, take that, take that like puff said that
minor setbacks, i can’t accept that
took the (?) back (?)
i got cats that’ll leave more holes in your face than craig mack, n-gga!
[chorus: ?]

[verse 6: royce da 5’9″?]

look at my team, raw dogs, with a gun like you
that’ll shoot at something for nothing, unlike you
your team a bunch of sissies that’ll come by you
and act tough till the mack’s(?) up, and they run like you
what? f-ck around and get clapped
get a rhyme and get back
get fined and the at(?)
laying down on your back, what?
so bring your guns
and that better not be your .22
cus i’mma say “b-tch, pull it”, and take all six bullets, what

[verse 7: ?]

yo ass deez(?) keep my n-ggas on the run
focus (?) skins, funds, and their ones(?)
f-ck crumbs!
gimme the pie, (?), live and let die
we get right, get by
blood shadow get high
attracting flies now, and get some to sh-t(?)
spit fire like extra clip burrowing in the rip (?)
shift drawers, struggle(?) water
smuggle drug borders (?)
we tryna touch ’em but y’all n-ggas fall shorter

[chorus: ?]

- the 701 squad

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