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Taking Hits

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Taking Hits was released on January 1, 2004 by G-Unit Records as a part of the album Straight Outta Cashville

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Young Buck

Vocals

Murda Rich

Additional Vocals

D-Tay

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

D Brown

Songwriter

Jordan Houston

Songwriter

Paul Beauregard

Paul Beauregard

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Paul

Producer

John Netti

Recording Engineer

Tim Moffitt

Assistant Recording Engineer

Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala

Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala

Mixing Engineer

Bram Tobey

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Doug Harper

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Juicy J

Producer

Steve Daniel Baughman

Steve Daniel Baughman

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Hello?

What's up, who is this?

Yo, ****, this is Murda Rich

What's up, ****?

What's up with you, my ****?

Check this out

There's some shit done popped off, right

I'ma need you and Tater go and handle it, right

I got like a hundred cent, man, on this **** face

Bring it back to me on a plate

And that's what's up

Aight, my ****

[Verse 2]

I'm not stopping, you heard what I'm sayin'

Put the money in my hand and catch me if you can

Point him out and I'll pop him

Walk up on him and drop him

I've been waitin' and watchin'

To put the bitch in the coffin

We takin' hits

[Verse 3]

I'm not stoppin', you heard what I'm sayin'

Put the money in my hand and catch me if you can

Point him out and I'll pop him

Walk up on it and drop him

I've been waitin' and watchin'

To put the bitch in the coffin

We takin' hits

[Verse 4]

It's gon' cost but we gon' get him gone

Take his life away, two AK's, we gon' send him home

This is how we living from the projects to the prison

So don't be too comfortable, bitch, 'cause you could be a victim

Get 'em up, hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up

Shoulda ducked, got killed, **** wasn't quick enough

Shit is real, I ain't here for no bullshit

I'm here with a full clip

Now lemme show you **** what you get

Get 'em, Tay

[Verse 5]

They ain't never seen a mad man

Come and drop it on these fools

Get the .45 cocked back, running at you dudes

Back down, thugged out and mask to mask

I'm not doing it 'cause them pussy **** blast us back

Who want that, you want that?

I don't think you do

Like I gun to butt it down, shit, I gun you too

I'm like 50, I don't care if it's platinum or white gold

Soon as I cock the thing back

Give me that ice, ho

[Verse 6]

I'm not stopping, you heard what I'm sayin'

Put the money in my hand and catch me if you can

Point him out and I'll pop him

Walk up on him and drop him

I've been waitin' and watchin'

To put the bitch in the coffin

We takin' hits

[Verse 7]

I'm not stopping, you heard what I'm sayin'

Put the money in my hand and catch me if you can

Point him out and I'll pop him

Walk up on it and drop him

I've been waitin' and watchin'

To put the bitch in the coffin

We takin' hits

[Verse 8]

Hello?

Yo, Buck, Murda Rich, ****

What's up, ****?

Man, I'm tryna see what's up with that business, ****

Hey, man, we finna punch these ****' head

I'ma hit you back, aight?

[Verse 9]

Hey, there you go

They don't know that we behind them

So go pull up beside 'em, and lemme put this 9 in 'em

You ever seen the .30-30 with the scope on it?

A bunch of **** smokin' weed, they got dope on it

And we don't leave no evidence or no fingerprints

Follow certain elements, **** go to jail for this

They say I'm heaven sent, I think I'm hell bound

'Cause I'm addicted to the way a twelve gauge sound

[Verse 10]

I keep the Gold Wing swinging, chopping, Pit Bull shit

If he run, he ain't gettin' one, get a three or four bit

That's for movin', it must've been some confusion when I came in

Told you lay the fuck down or else these bullets cave in

Must thought I was playin'

I'ma let you know, when I shoot that fo'

How it go when a gangster roll

Murda Man, blood bath, what you take me for?

I ain't playing games, ain't nothin' gon' ever change

Murda put money on your head

Gimme his brain, motherfucker

[Verse 11]

I'm not stoppin', you heard what I'm sayin'

Put the money in my hand and catch me if you can

Point him out and I'll pop him

Walk up on him and drop him

I've been waitin' and watchin'

To put the bitch in the coffin

We takin' hits

[Verse 12]

I'm not stopping, you heard what I'm sayin'

Put the money in my hand and catch me if you can

Point him out and I'll pop him

Walk up on it and drop him

I've been waiting and watchin'

To put the bitch in the coffin

We takin' hits

Written by: D. Brown, D. Reed, Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard

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