Don’t Take it There

[Intro: Junior Reid]
Don't take it there, don't take it there
Kay Slay, don't take it there, Papoose you ready?
This is my place, this is my place
This is my place, my place

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna go there with me
You don't wanna war with me (No)
You don't wanna go there with me
Make sure you check up on my history
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's

[Verse 1: Papoose]
There's only one boss in this town and
He ain't dark skin or light skin, he brown skin
He don't like none of ya'll hangin around him
Cause ya'll the same people who ain't wanna crown him
They said I put out two hundred songs they whylin
Three hundred and fifty five but who's countin?
Def Jam offered me four hundred thousand
Slay said we 'gon get a mill for your album
I told him I can't fly I'm not a falcon
But god damn it, we 'gon make it over this mountain
Do it for my shorties who go to the island
Openin their legs up, putting an ounce in
This is my house, I'm protectin my house then
Standin in the window with my gun like Malcolm
He gettin his feet wet cause I allow him
But if he come in deep waters, I gotta drown him
Thug-A!!!!!!!!

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna go there with me
You don't wanna war with me (No)
You don't wanna go there with me
Make sure you check up on my history
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's

[Verse 2: Papoose]
Moet bottle upside yo' head {*glass shatters*}
Cristal bottle upside yo' head {*glass shatters*}
Hennessy bottle upside yo' head {*glass shatters*}
Woulda hit 'em wit the Dom, I'ma drink it instead
Why you worry 'bout how I spend my bread?
Man you ask a lotta questions, I think you a Fed
Chill, 'fore you get stoved on, you know you not a killer
Stop nigga, I stole on you like a shoplifter (No)
Under the cover, y'all ride with the ratchet
This nigga asked me what size is my jacket
I don't think you could fit this, that's kinda small
But you can fit in the graveyard, 'cause it's one-size-fit-all
'Cause I'ma lead to violence, you better believe
So the only thing I got on the arm is a sleeve
Why would I tell a man give me work on a arm
When I could stick his ass up and take the work out his palms?

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna go there with me
You don't wanna war with me (No)
You don't wanna go there with me
Make sure you check up on my history
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's

[Verse 3: Junior Reid]
Rise up di guerilla and all a di warriors
Dem a we enemy dem know dem nah fi tally yah
Don't mek mi draw fi di ting unda di cella
Dem violate di orda well I end yuh, WUY!!!!
Rise up di guerilla and all a di warriors
Dem a we enemy dem know dem nah fi tally yah
Don't mek mi draw fi di ting unda di cella
Dem violate di orda well I end yuh, WUY!!!!
A fi we place a fi we place
A fi we place don't test we place
A fi we place yuh run di place
A our place a fi we place
When yuh see we don't look don't stare
I'm a man don't care, no fear
I can take it anywhere, STANAOY WUY! WUY!!!

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna go there with me
You don't wanna war with me (No)
You don't wanna go there with me
Make sure you check up on my history
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's

[Outro: Junior Reid]
Why the hell they think that they can mess around me?!
Don't mess around me!
Why the fuck they think that they can mess around me?!
Don't mess around me!
Man a bad before nah ask who
Don't fuck around we we run the streets
The streets is mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
YEAH HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!