featuring Guru



Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)

Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)

Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)

Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)



Late night you hear the gun spark, it's dumb dark

Fight for life, in the ghetto, gave me a numb heart

The one part, that y'all bitches missed

is how a hardcore thug could switch up and slit his wrists

The other kid across town, bucked his own self down

Stress'll make a nigga a mess, so I don't play around

Like Big Shug said, you _Fuck Around_ you _Lay Around_

Catch a _Moment of Truth_ like slugs from a four pound

Headz know, aiyyo I blaze tracks strictly

State facts officially, mad dimes wanna get with me

Let me mention, me and Premier, livin legends

Blessin every mic I touch, relievin tension (for real)

just like shiatsu massage

Put your career on freeze, +No Guarantees+ like Chico DeBarge

So you should move with apprehension or get fenced in

Surround by a +Union+ of thugs, ready to put dents in

your body, lace you from head to toe

I give the right signal, niggaz be ready to throw

So knock that shit off, stop playin games, I run the game

I maintain while other lame-ass cats fucked up in game

On the wall of shame, endin up as a no-name

While I'm reppin in the motherfuckin hall of game

Still I'm knowin exactly when suckers wanna get at me

Thinkin they can attack me, I shut down the head of the faculty

The others could get smothered, word to mother

Aiyyo it's Bald Head Slick, about to flip so take cover



Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)

Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)

Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)

Take cover (and never hear a sound for real)



Take cover (cause shit could go down for real)

Take cover (do you hold a pound for real?)

Take cover (cause you could hit the ground for real)

Take cover (and never hear a sound for real