u switch from soft to hard like taco shells i got more shells than taco bell//murder dudes 4 a liven when i spit catch on the street da gun spit out da clips//nigga u aint heard Tak- Ova dat nigga stay wit da 45 4+5 carry the nine all the time switch up da flow like jay i dont write no rymes//im new to this shit but i know 4 a fact i killed u spitten dis shit//nigga next time come correct cause niggas dyin triggers pullin ur moms layin out on da street in her blood is pourin//i'll lay u six feet under ima get da gun betta run cause the bullets burn in u dont want them to hit ya//when it comes to spitten ur gurl a lryical masta mind damn she fine//gave me dome kiss u in the same day im da reason y she cut u in changed her ways//u got evreybody sayin Tak-Ova did it again i didnt even come wit my a-game in im still goin to win//looks like i got dis one i dont even want to see ur rhyme cause when i call bitches out i always shyne//