Take Notice

Intro: Y'all think a nigga playing? Don't let me have to lace you up Louder Turn it up J Dilla.... Verse 1: Guilty Simpson Take notice I'm jumping in the game head first and make the TEC jerk To cancel your network You feminine cats catch a bad one My gun gon' be there poking that 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, something to empty clips with Negative, gutter This is what you want, this is what you get Take it in the brain motherfucker This ain't no slap on the wrist shit, this sick shit Homicidal energy, something to empty clips with Negative, gutter This is what you want, this is what you get Take 'em in the brain motherfucker Verse 2: J Dilla It's the filth, the flawn The flawn, the filth The nights with the pimps The cars The hard hitters, the giants Cats preparing for they last days like it's J2K But they way too late Wrap up a piece Ready to feast Maybe they'll save you a plate We out to take over your radio waves Nowadays I don't do it for the mics Cause they pay for them things Fucking up letting J in the game I don't sleep, I Load the heat and Wait to aim it and bang Guilt with Dilla dog A dangerous game Yeah, and this ain't the slap on the wrist shit This big shit Feel more energy Somethin to smack a bitch with Gully, gutter Givin' you what you want Twistin' it up to take it to the head motherfucker Verse 3: Guilty Simpson Extended families, my brotherhood Catch 'em in the face like a heavyweight with no guard Pardon me as I bogart Mature monster I outthink the average, but equally savage Send the generals of your roster I send 'em back in a sack Murder minister counter reacts and launches attacks Ruthless Ten branches, ten nooses Ten necks, ten TECs and ten shooters Black booters, late night intruders You ever seen a panther maneuver? I'm even smoother, guy You might lose your eye Either way you choose you die We cruising high River rules, July the fourth Slidin' off and fire the horse .45 colt, niggas scatter from thunderous lightning bolts Rewrite your notes and recite them jokes You like to quote 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 firearm down That's why everything I do stresses Mom now Verse 4: J Dilla & Guilty Simpson J Dilla: First name J, Last name Deezy Here to change the game, playa, please believe me A cake boy 'til my heart stops pumping Mission complete when y'all niggas mouths stop runnin' Guilty Simpson: Last name Simpson, the first name guilty Taking the game further than most of you niggas will be A dread-narc 'til my heart stops pumpin' Destined for greatness when these A&R stop frontin' Motherfuckers