yeeeah the taker s back in this mothafucka from 96 onto infinity got all you niggas on para scared of death nigga and this is on the real cause we killas and this is the end will i die with my eyes open wide in the sky five cries from a tec leave me paralyzed on the steps will i be broke or stackin from this rappin or will i sell dope get smoked and dumped in a trashcan the last stand of a pimp with a dent left in his brim dug by the grim reap from his trench in a sense i feel the end closin in holdin the double m direct from the crypt keeper that wants to put young ed to sleep cuz all the dirt did murkin when i creep up will i leave the world with a grudge and no love for the hate and creatin set trippin and dumpin slugs they say we thugs that will never get no love ghetto madness the sadness has us in a struggle to hustle and bubble where is the love for a young nigga to stay outta trouble i guess there s none as i run from the devil who s tryin a catch me with sexy temptations from his level gunshots echo all through the san fransick and more die from the northside the village of the lunatics niggas say peace but playa do you really mean it they say it s allright on the other side but i ve never seen it i guess they dreamin or fiendin for fantasy but i can t fantasize cause i thrive on reality gradually it s my climb to the top it s my time to stack and when i die that time still won t stop i roll with hards cause the softs get tossed this is the cartel from young cel to baldhead i m on the dolph lives get lost when shots from 25 glocks let loose black man and moose from the hill real and quick to shoot will i stack loot or smoke so much my lunges pollute and kill me slow joint in my hand can t stand that i i just ain t so cause death can creep up like a ghost and push you over the edge cause edge too little close and most niggas like that get smoked i guess i m best to back up and stack up or wind up smoked real hard to cope with haters out here tryina slit your throat to get your dough and leave you dead off on skidrow you didn t know well hold on cause that time is comin we reap what we saw from smokin blunts and pullin guns and startin funk when punks grin so comprehend on how you go cause you never know until the end hahaha 