Takeover

Hey Hump, how much you paid E.S.G.

To get on the H.S.E. album mayn

(I gave that nigga three full cookies, told him

Get his ass away come back and get a fifty pack)

Hey y'all, E.S.G.. snort cocaine ha-ha-ha

Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit

Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit

R-E double D, we running this rap shit

Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit

The take over, yeah the break's over

I'm the God of freestyle, bitch I'm from the Clover

And I'm screwed up, did I make myself clear

Now you got me pissed off, so I'ma end your career

I don't care if you swang and bang, you still broke to me

Remember Hump, use to let you snort dope for free

Look you ain't on my level, cause you are lame

You had to run from your gal, so you could do some caine

You went from Perion, Black Heart to Wreckshop

Now you got some tattoos, so you wanna be Pac

You fell from top ten, to not mentioned at all

Face it E, you will never have a plack on your wall

You did Maan with Big Moe, then you left the label

You ain't get shit, Big Moe got a Navigator

Matter fact, you had the worst verse on the song

But we all know, you ain't shit but a clone

You ain't write Buy the Car, nigga I wrote that hook

But I should of known that day, I couldn't find my notebook

And you are, so laaaame

Damn E.S.G.., tell the truth how long you been in this game

You came out with Ocean of Funk, and Sailin' Da South

Then you went to jail nigga, so you took a loss

Then you returned, with the Living Dead

But wasn't nobody feeling you, your career was dead

Big H.A.W.K., we running this rap shit

Po-Yo, we running this rap shit

T.J., we running this rap shit

Big Moe, we running this rap shit

3-2, we running this rap shit

Slim Thug, we running this rap shit

Scarface, we running this rap shit

U.G.K., we running this rap shit

Now you rolling with Slim Thug, cause you done lost your buzz

You ain't shit, so you don't get respect in clubs

I took you to get your license, I paid your bills

And don't you think right now, it's time to change your grill

Don't nobody wear crushed, we wearing princess cuts

And didn't you see the new Vibe, I bet that fucked you up

Scarface said it all, in one paragraph

Now who the Freestyle King, don't make me laugh

Now tell your fans, how you stole raps out my books

Tell your fans, Lil' Flip wrote all your hooks

I'm spectacular, bite your neck like Dracula

Nigga I wrote it, you ungrateful bastard

And you are, so laaaame

You almost thirty, and you still broke in this game

You really from Bogalusa, but you claim you Texas

Tell the truth, you ain't never drive a Lexus

And you are, so laaaame

You might sell more records, if you quit screaming mayn

Your style been whack, so now it's time to retire

I thought I made myself clear, to stop stealing my style

And Lil' Flex, you ain't shit but a hoe

Don't try to be Yungstar, get your own flow

We all know, that Z-Ro go the hardest

We Screwed Up Click, we gon shine regardless

Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit

Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit

R-E double D, we running this rap shit

Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit

You fake motherfucking rappers

Yeah we run this rap shit, broke bitch

No rapping ass motherfuckers, that's jealous

Cause young niggaz got y'alls spots bitch

Been another nigga play, Freestyle King forever hoe

Sucka Free run this shit, fake motherfucker

Yeah nigga, y'all thought I was gone bitch

Remember this, don't give a fuck about Flex

We don't give a fuck about E.S.G.

Take a dick to your brain bitch, yeah CEO's for life

Sucka Free run this shit, you old Flex

You and that bitch Den Den, Den Den I thought

You were a CEO bitch, you a CE-Hoe

That's why we see your as at the Impact, broke bitch