Artist: C-bo featuring marvaless
Album: Tales from the crypt
Song: Take it how you want too

Verse 1
[C-bo]
So who ride
We ride nigga
It’s do or die
Fo’ deep
Strapped
Looking for that homicide
Cuz there ain’t no getting away
When I creep up in your face
Give it up to buck
And get struck by that hk
Get one 2 to the three
Till I die
I’m staying high
Off them green leaves
Hitting switches
Clowning bitches
Nigga I’m out to get the riches
So marvaless spit some shit

Verse 2
[marvaless]
Hardcore 9 5 killa cali
Me and my homie Bo
Be coming through
With that funk tag team
And ohh you
So you better watch your step
Cuz you know how we crept
So don’t you sleep
Or find yourself 6 feet deep
Rest in peace
Cuz I come way bicket
For you fools to get wit
So just
Pass the mic so I can rip it
You know the name so
Recognize game from a female
Coming with that get
One time for your mind
Press rewind if your feeling dis
Real to dis game
Playa haters watch your back
And the g’z keep their strap
Can’t too many fade us when we
Come through
So all you jealous niggas take it how u
Want to

Verse 3
[C-bo]
I’m head steaming
My cousin got washed up
Some playa haters started
Funking
And got tossed up
Uhh
They couldn’t handle the static
They whole hood
Turned snitch
After struck by the automatic
They dumped first
And caught the worst
Never thought that they come to court
Snitching
After the gats bursts foo’
Foo’ you best ask somebody
We deep like jon gotti
Most fatal than karate
BADBODYs get stacked like
In the morgue
If you nothing but a snitch
What the fuck you banging for
The only shot goes to
Du dub
Slugs shedding hood like a true thug
Take it how you want too

Verse 4

So I’m a take it how I want too man
This is what I’m a do
Since I’m a G right
Start busting on muthafuckas
The ones that telling on everybody
Better looking out
Cuz I coming nigga
I give a fuck about you nigga
Whatever nigga
Everybody got to go
Whoever telling
You got to go

Verse 5
[marvaless]
I’m mad that inferred
To your head
Now you dead
One to your dome
From the chrome
Like I said
You know it’s just
That underground
That make your speakers pound
So give it up to your
Homie from the southside of
Sac town
We roll deep
We roll strapped
With phat bomb sacks
Full of indo
Don’t know what you in fo
Stomping in my steel toes
With my nigga bo loc
Choking on that dank smoke
Down for the jacking
And guess what happened
We dropped another bomb
And still we can’t be touched
So step in da buck
You shouldn’t of ducked nigga
Now you laying six feet unda
I know it makes you wonda
So take it how you want
Jealous bitches bring the funk

Verse 6
[C-bo]
We creep from the bottom
Then give up them buck shots
Till we got’em
Hit and run is the drive by
We take lives
Hanging out the ride
Yelling muthafucka die
So when you creep
You best creep with precaution
We ain’t about fussing
We all about busting
Ak auto’s 44 mags
P 30’s macking 50 caliber desert eagles
Blast
We buck shit on the spot
Like frog men
Dumped in hollow point tips makeups to keep mobbing
Plus robbing
They hood for they goody good
As we post up with thirty fo’
Gram ounces
Because they blowed up
But hold up
Dog is you with me
Cuz there ain’t no
Caine selling for the fools that
Against me
We all ballers shot callers
Some garden block niggas
Pumping and dumping in they impalas

Verse 7
[marvaless]
It’s the bo that can’t be fucked with
Coming from that
Few sack of niggas
Stuck with that
I don’t give a fuck shit
Take it to that other level shit
That shit like smith n wesson
Spit that shit stressing california
West coast bomb shit
Peep this lesson
As I take you on this
Lyrical drive by
Serving these niggas and bitches
Two to make sure my
I stay high
On a daily basis
Watching the look
On niggas faces
When I busting shit
I comes through with this awol
After I blow this
Posting but now niggas
But now six foot niggas is
At they lowest
Now they dirty
About my scratch
As I bust these rhymes
In showbiz
Now you know
Can’t fuck with the
Flow female phyco
Take it to that other level
Got some funk in me
Meet the deil
Niggas I used to be fucked with
250 7 ways to leave and duck this
And now my roughest is even rougher
If you try me
I know my shit’s the bomb
So press that button and rewind me
And take it how you want

Chorus