[00:00.00] 作词 : CANNON DONALD E/Dwayne Michael Carter/SMITH TREVOR/Dwayne Carter
[00:00.08] 作曲 : CANNON DONALD E/Dwayne Michael Carter/SMITH TREVOR/Dwayne Carter
[00:00.16]Listen, my b***h Drama man this something I need you to do
[00:02.43]Something else for them man,
[00:03.42]Just to warm em up, and then lay it on me
[00:08.03]Get ya pipe
[00:09.14]Yea, Gangsta Grillz, Dedication 2, Drama
[00:15.35]Howdy do mother****as it's Weezy Baby
[00:17.41]Niggas b***hin' and I gotta tote the
[00:21.10]Listen close I got duct tape and rope
[00:23.01]I leave you missing like the ****ing O'bannons
[00:25.71]One hand on my money one hand on my buddy
[00:28.06]That's the AK-47 make his neighborhood love me
[00:31.49]Bullets like birds
[00:32.75]You can hear them b*****s humming
[00:34.26]Don't make that bird shit he got a weak stomach
[00:37.25]Niggas know I'm sick
[00:38.54]I don't spit I vomit got it
[00:41.05]One egg short of the omelet
[00:43.03]Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
[00:46.02]And tell him ketchup like mayonnaise
[00:48.62]Um I'm the sickest b***h doing it bet that baby
[00:52.31]These other niggas **** I'm wet crack baby
[00:55.06]Yes get back get back boy this a set back
[00:58.27]Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
[01:01.42]Them boys niggas born without a backbone
[01:04.28]And if you strapped we can trade
[01:05.71]Like the Dow Jones
[01:07.24]Wet 'em up I hope he got his towel on
[01:09.82]I aim at the moon and get my howl on
[01:12.89]Some niggaz cry wolf I'm on that dry kush
[01:15.79]And when it comes to that paper
[01:17.63]I stack books
[01:19.83]You heard what I said
[01:21.03]I can put you on your feet or
[01:22.34]Put some money on your head
[01:24.16]Life ain't cheap
[01:25.58]You better off dead if you can't pay the fee
[01:28.35]Shout out my niggas Free
[01:29.80]See every mother****er at the door
[01:31.53]Don't get a key
[01:32.56]Outside lookin' in so tell me what you see
[01:35.84]It's about money it's bigger than me
[01:38.19]I tell my homies don't kill him
[01:39.69]Bring the niggas to me
[01:41.16]Yeah don't miss
[01:42.90]You ****ing with the hitman
[01:44.44]Kidnap a nigga
[01:45.34]Make him feel like a kid again
[01:47.51]Straight up
[01:48.50]I ain't got no conversation for you
[01:50.56]Niggas talk to the
[01:52.79]Yeah have a few words with the
[01:55.54]Yeah tell it to my mother****ing
[01:58.32]Yeah straight up
[02:00.10]I ain't got no conversation for you
[02:02.21]Niggas talk to the
[02:04.06]Yeah have a few words with the
[02:07.01]Niggas tell it to my mother****ing
[02:10.04]From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a
[02:12.54]And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
[02:14.36]And I come fully equipped
[02:15.89]You trolley get bodied
[02:16.79]Keep nina and shotty in the whip
[02:18.71]If a nigga try to stick me
[02:19.98]I'm a blame him
[02:21.17]Sing along now di-di-dadi I'm Free
[02:23.61]Got the butters got the green
[02:25.03]He got the tan
[02:25.71]Got the whole enchilada
[02:27.24]Owe me dough I'm inside of your house
[02:29.21]Tie up your brother
[02:30.01]Make the niggas call up your mother
[02:31.46]She might know where to find you
[02:33.12]I am on top of my job
[02:35.15]The heavyweight champ of the flowas
[02:36.53]Flow like the ocean open water your drowning
[02:38.76]I will four pound him and sink him
[02:40.94]Heat him then leave him stinking
[02:42.37]Sharks surround him and eat him
[02:43.72]Nice to know him
[02:44.47]I will roll over your squad like
[02:46.75]I'm 'One Punch' Carr
[02:47.91]You c****s you best call General Motors
[02:50.36]I will take control of your soldiers
[02:52.29]You won't miss 'em till
[02:53.50]I toss 'em in the wok like chicken
[02:55.03]General toast 'em uh oh
[02:56.74]I make it hard for rap niggaz I'm peer pressure
[02:59.81]Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
[03:02.50]I showed niggas how to act how to dress better
[03:05.40]I stay fresh more fitted caps than back catchers
[03:08.37]I'm the crack the smack the gun the rule
[03:10.87]The gat the strap the gun the tool
[03:12.99]The mother****ing
[03:14.23]Other words I'm the real for real
[03:16.34]We can go check for check or bill for bill
[03:19.20]We can go chick for chick skill for skill
[03:22.04]The deal is sealed niggaz ain't real as Will
[03:24.72]'Cause I'm a
[03:25.85]And I handle well pedal like Cannondale
[03:28.35]And I got the 50-cal mag it's a hand held
[03:31.22]I'm telling you niggaz
[03:32.30]I pop put a shell in you niggaz
[03:34.35]My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
[03:36.23]I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
[03:39.34]Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
[03:40.81]Shit odor in the Rover niggas
[03:44.43]Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
[03:47.06]Dump it out the window of the Range
[03:48.56]With the rifle
[03:49.94]Pain like a b***h like the first day of a cycle
[03:52.66]You better scurry when I pull the
[03:55.59]Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
[03:57.92]I love head and caressing a voluptuous a**
[04:01.30]I ask you baby mama is she up to the task
[04:03.93]She like damn Red it's bigger than
[04:06.86]My attire makes the ladies
[04:08.12]Say your man is too fly
[04:10.25]Imported oils from Iran and Dubois
[04:13.06]Get caught slipping with your mans and you die
[04:15.38]Where I'm from niggas be quick to squeeze the
[04:18.67]Detroit Red always got some shit for your ear
[04:21.20]Show me love but keep it moving man
[04:22.82]'Cause you if you get near
[04:24.30]I'll say 'Get off my d**k'
[04:25.45]And tell ya b***h to 'Come here'
[04:26.72]'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don
[04:28.68]Leg's spread far out you know how I'm standing
[04:31.34]Yeah I'm posted with the big homie
[04:34.25]I got niggas who don't like rap lovin' our shit
[04:37.12]We got niggas who was stuck on
[04:38.46]Pac bumpin' our shit
[04:39.95]These niggas can't see me
[04:41.19]Like I ain't been around lately
[04:43.07]A good batter when they at the mound
[04:44.97]It's gravy
[04:45.90]Niggas salty I'm pepper no Spinderella
[04:49.03]Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana
[04:51.49]Yeah Vic found that lick now
[04:53.09]We smoking no more regular
[04:54.72]Keep you mid-grade
[04:55.70]I don't think you know no better
[04:57.72]They love 'In Da Trunk'
[04:58.81]Now they wanna hear more shit
[05:00.53]I play it modest like
[05:01.63]Nigga thats some of our old shit
[05:03.44]Got niggaz I ain't never met
[05:04.87]Wanting to fight me
[05:06.28]Got hoes that's in love asking
[05:07.67]"Why you don't like me "
[05:08.92]Nigga I'm married to the game
[05:10.31]And I love my wifey
[05:11.80]Steppin' over competition man
[05:13.54]I love these Nikes
[05:14.78]Yeah I'm hot they fannin'
[05:17.18]Niggas try to copy my style like the
[05:20.76]Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own
[05:23.42]If I ain't listed at the top nigga the stats is wrong
[05:26.21]All the data is off you info ain't valid
[05:29.16]Artist of the century
[05:30.34]The competition ain't balanced
[05:32.27]True like master p and his two brothers
[05:34.88]Don't call it incest, but Juice the mother****er, like
[05:38.43]Chyeah
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作词 : CANNON DONALD E/Dwayne Michael Carter/SMITH TREVOR/Dwayne Carter
作曲 : CANNON DONALD E/Dwayne Michael Carter/SMITH TREVOR/Dwayne Carter
Listen, my b***h Drama man this something I need you to do
Something else for them man,
Just to warm em up, and then lay it on me
Get ya pipe
Yea, Gangsta Grillz, Dedication 2, Drama
Howdy do mother****as it's Weezy Baby
Niggas b***hin' and I gotta tote the
Listen close I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the ****ing O'bannons
One hand on my money one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47 make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds
You can hear them b*****s humming
Don't make that bird shit he got a weak stomach
Niggas know I'm sick
I don't spit I vomit got it
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him ketchup like mayonnaise
Um I'm the sickest b***h doing it bet that baby
These other niggas **** I'm wet crack baby
Yes get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys niggas born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade
Like the Dow Jones
Wet 'em up I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niggaz cry wolf I'm on that dry kush
And when it comes to that paper
I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or
Put some money on your head
Life ain't cheap
You better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my niggas Free
See every mother****er at the door
Don't get a key
Outside lookin' in so tell me what you see
It's about money it's bigger than me
I tell my homies don't kill him
Bring the niggas to me
Yeah don't miss
You ****ing with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga
Make him feel like a kid again
Straight up
I ain't got no conversation for you
Niggas talk to the
Yeah have a few words with the
Yeah tell it to my mother****ing
Yeah straight up
I ain't got no conversation for you
Niggas talk to the
Yeah have a few words with the
Niggas tell it to my mother****ing
From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a
And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
And I come fully equipped
You trolley get bodied
Keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me
I'm a blame him
Sing along now di-di-dadi I'm Free
Got the butters got the green
He got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough I'm inside of your house
Tie up your brother
Make the niggas call up your mother
She might know where to find you
I am on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flowas
Flow like the ocean open water your drowning
I will four pound him and sink him
Heat him then leave him stinking
Sharks surround him and eat him
Nice to know him
I will roll over your squad like
I'm 'One Punch' Carr
You c****s you best call General Motors
I will take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em till
I toss 'em in the wok like chicken
General toast 'em uh oh
I make it hard for rap niggaz I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I showed niggas how to act how to dress better
I stay fresh more fitted caps than back catchers
I'm the crack the smack the gun the rule
The gat the strap the gun the tool
The mother****ing
Other words I'm the real for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick skill for skill
The deal is sealed niggaz ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a
And I handle well pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal mag it's a hand held
I'm telling you niggaz
I pop put a shell in you niggaz
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
Shit odor in the Rover niggas
Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the Range
With the rifle
Pain like a b***h like the first day of a cycle
You better scurry when I pull the
Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous a**
I ask you baby mama is she up to the task
She like damn Red it's bigger than
My attire makes the ladies
Say your man is too fly
Imported oils from Iran and Dubois
Get caught slipping with your mans and you die
Where I'm from niggas be quick to squeeze the
Detroit Red always got some shit for your ear
Show me love but keep it moving man
'Cause you if you get near
I'll say 'Get off my d**k'
And tell ya b***h to 'Come here'
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don
Leg's spread far out you know how I'm standing
Yeah I'm posted with the big homie
I got niggas who don't like rap lovin' our shit
We got niggas who was stuck on
Pac bumpin' our shit
These niggas can't see me
Like I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound
It's gravy
Niggas salty I'm pepper no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana
Yeah Vic found that lick now
We smoking no more regular
Keep you mid-grade
I don't think you know no better
They love 'In Da Trunk'
Now they wanna hear more shit
I play it modest like
Nigga thats some of our old shit
Got niggaz I ain't never met
Wanting to fight me
Got hoes that's in love asking
"Why you don't like me "
Nigga I'm married to the game
And I love my wifey
Steppin' over competition man
I love these Nikes
Yeah I'm hot they fannin'
Niggas try to copy my style like the
Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top nigga the stats is wrong
All the data is off you info ain't valid
Artist of the century
The competition ain't balanced
True like master p and his two brothers
Don't call it incest, but Juice the mother****er, like
Chyeah