Whatever It Took



publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Daniel Cavanagh, Darren White, Duncan John Patterson, John James Douglas, Vincent Cavanagh
album: Track 14 in album The Unforgiven: Vol. 1
release date: 1999-4-20
popularity : 20 users have visited this page.
length: 3:34

Album Information

label: Black Market Records
country(area): United States
format: CD

Cover Art

X-Raided The Unforgiven: Vol. 1 cover art


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Hey Dott Dogg...muthafucka was out there in them streets
From the jackin', to the rappin', to the slangin' crack and...
First Verse:
X-Raided up in this bitch, bout to disrupt some shit,
Interrupt your shit, cuz I'm always in a rush to spit,
You better relax, be a witness or a participant,
See we flow, but it's way more bigger than that,
So we slit his throat, it's malicious, but the game's vicious,
We quick to flow, but we just as quick to bark that heat,
We hard to beat, like Schwarzanegger in movies bout factual
Critical surgery,
Stole everything like clepto includin' your dome,
Bet you all five homicide detectives threw up,
They make me get my focus back, then I choke the gat
When it came to gettin' that money I did whatever it took,
Understand me nigga, my family is full of thugs and crooks,

I'm tired of lies, bitches and niggas playin' games,
Protect my family from player haters, don't let 'em near me,
Pursuin' dreams for greenbacks with more schemes, than J.R. Ewing,
Love my alcohol and tetrahydracanebanol dearly,
Clearly I'm out for the cash, nothin' else in my vision,
But circumstances keep demandin' me to break these laws,
Dott Dogg,don't feel I'm guilty,
Down for the cause, and I'm comin' raw til' they kill me feel me,
And if you ain't thuggin' with me nigga, then I'm thuggin' alone,
Art of War to the last breath, nigga ride to the death,
Mad man, Black Market til' they bury us
Chorus (2x)
Third Verse:
I'm constricted on y'all ass like a python,
Run up in em,
Cuz they be hatin', what'cha think I sport a vest for?
Yes Lord I got my eye on'em,
Got some advice for 'em,
Got a full clip, and this man eater won't hesitate to pull it,
Fat hole in your sweater,
Met a nigga that had much game, deeper than the abyss,
Now I insist to get my scrilla scratch,
And I'm quick to peel a niggas cap,
Move swiftly when I see the cops, cuz I ain't scrillin',
You a pawn in my book,
Saw the fear in your eyes the first time that I looked,
I'm Michael Jordan, you the average guard about to get shook


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Madman Intro
  • 2 Misanthropy
  • 3 Unforgiven
  • 4 Who Is Ya'll Niggas
  • 5 Spitten Venom
  • 6 Mortal Combat
  • 7 Macaframa
  • 8 Take Flight
  • 9 Cemetery Fulla G's
  • 10 Dead On Arrival Pt. 1
  • 11 Land Of The Lost
  • 12 Kick It 2-Nite
  • 13 Mama's Pride & Joy
  • 14 Whatever It Took
  • 15 On The Rise
  • 16 Outro