[00:00.00] 作词 : Dennis Coles/A. Poree/V. Branch/J. Peters
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Dennis Coles/A. Poree/V. Branch/J. Peters
[00:18.00]Ayo
[00:21.48]I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint
[00:24.30]Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly
[00:26.94]Like **** it, look how these niggas duck talkin
[00:29.58]One kid hollerin' what lookin' up , he the big wig
[00:32.67]Fake ass cat, low life, sodomize mind
[00:35.43]Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread sellin' mad dime
[00:38.10]His feet hurt, networkin' he get no work
[00:40.44]Yo smack him where his hand hurt, nigga what he wort
[00:43.02]Yo he sucked his thumb, smooth for the kid laced with the big guns
[00:46.35]Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the ru
[00:48.90]Plus he ill in the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man
[00:52.32]Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front
[00:54.42]Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass
[00:57.12]Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her
[00:59.97]Big bub did him somethin' deadly, act premeditated
[01:03.27]Buck 60 strike was the medley
[01:05.19]Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin'
[01:08.76]Did two days thought he was jailin'
[01:10.50]You get close, look at his hands
[01:12.36]That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' bout the cuffs did it
[01:15.57]He ran away, frontin' majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr
[01:19.41]Rounded off with a fade g, he sport the Bob Hope classics
[01:23.01]Ran down Asics, Kmart, the short sleeve nigga be the basic
[01:26.82]He eat hams, shitted on himself twice, big hatted Jew
[01:30.36]Rushed the nigga out in Crown Height
[01:32.01]Yo let me tell you how the game go
[01:33.96]We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
[01:35.88]Tony wants the streets back fo sho
[01:37.50]Too many hustlers, too many thieves
[01:40.32]We're ****ing up who's willin' to fight and teach the C
[01:43.05]Too much TV , guns and robberies
[01:45.99]Lust and greed and hate, the 4 devils jealousy
[01:48.45]Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit
[01:51.33]The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin' it with knives
[01:54.15]It's rainin' , 85 degrees kinda muggy
[01:56.64]One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly
[01:59.22]Yo we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know m
[02:02.07]From ****ing wit, under these niggas heavy parolee
[02:04.62]Yo we played the speaker
[02:05.91]And from a distance we could see these chains
[02:07.71]The P slayed, flat on his chest was two plains
[02:10.17]Ashy hands yo, no need for rings at all
[02:12.69]He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall
[02:15.60]Looking flower, he just came home, he on like a mother****er
[02:18.57]Did a dime for holdin' up the Gods up in the armored truck
[02:21.33]Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip
[02:23.91]He throwin' up six plates plus he studied Matrix
[02:26.49]He's a wally horse, shout it out sweatin' through his valor
[02:29.07]Cross-eyed nigga back up his neck, he had shore
[02:31.74]Sammy eagerly rode up on him
[02:33.54]Taxi off the Turkey with the joint on him
[02:35.49]Flower look his man stood up before him
[02:37.47]The nigga hit the table, Jah king, he stripped off his cable
[02:39.96]Shots went off , Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
[02:42.93]Flower grabbed tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off
[02:46.17]We nerd his wigworms, he hid behind rich
[02:48.39]See Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled
[02:50.94]In the measured pool, pistol with mase, and broke the handle
[02:53.73]Desperate crawlin' to the door on all fours
[02:56.28]*******m kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"
[02:59.10]Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thra*******n'
[03:01.86]He layin' like a gay models shoutin' out Sebastian
[03:04.62]He smiled with his teeth missin' begging for mercy
[03:07.20]No more God, the 68 thousand down a pair of three
[03:10.26]Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin'
[03:12.60]Cham snatched his flag four big rocks, enter the dragon
[03:15.54]It's over, another story told
[03:18.36]Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras
[03:20.61]Yo let me tell you how the game go
[03:22.53]We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
[03:24.42]Tony wants the streets back fo sho
[03:26.07]Too many hustlers, too many thieves
[03:28.89]We're ****ing up who's willin' to fight and teach the C
[03:31.59]Too much TV, guns and robberies
[03:34.53]Lust and greed and hate, the 4 devils jealousy

作词 : Dennis Coles/A. Poree/V. Branch/J. Peters
作曲 : Dennis Coles/A. Poree/V. Branch/J. Peters
Ayo
I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint
Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly
Like **** it, look how these niggas duck talkin
One kid hollerin' what lookin' up , he the big wig
Fake ass cat, low life, sodomize mind
Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread sellin' mad dime
His feet hurt, networkin' he get no work
Yo smack him where his hand hurt, nigga what he wort
Yo he sucked his thumb, smooth for the kid laced with the big guns
Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the ru
Plus he ill in the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man
Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front
Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass
Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her
Big bub did him somethin' deadly, act premeditated
Buck 60 strike was the medley
Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin'
Did two days thought he was jailin'
You get close, look at his hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' bout the cuffs did it
He ran away, frontin' majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr
Rounded off with a fade g, he sport the Bob Hope classics
Ran down Asics, Kmart, the short sleeve nigga be the basic
He eat hams, shitted on himself twice, big hatted Jew
Rushed the nigga out in Crown Height
Yo let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back fo sho
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're ****ing up who's willin' to fight and teach the C
Too much TV , guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate, the 4 devils jealousy
Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit
The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin' it with knives
It's rainin' , 85 degrees kinda muggy
One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly
Yo we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know m
From ****ing wit, under these niggas heavy parolee
Yo we played the speaker
And from a distance we could see these chains
The P slayed, flat on his chest was two plains
Ashy hands yo, no need for rings at all
He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall
Looking flower, he just came home, he on like a mother****er
Did a dime for holdin' up the Gods up in the armored truck
Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip
He throwin' up six plates plus he studied Matrix
He's a wally horse, shout it out sweatin' through his valor
Cross-eyed nigga back up his neck, he had shore
Sammy eagerly rode up on him
Taxi off the Turkey with the joint on him
Flower look his man stood up before him
The nigga hit the table, Jah king, he stripped off his cable
Shots went off , Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
Flower grabbed tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off
We nerd his wigworms, he hid behind rich
See Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled
In the measured pool, pistol with mase, and broke the handle
Desperate crawlin' to the door on all fours
*******m kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"
Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thra*******n'
He layin' like a gay models shoutin' out Sebastian
He smiled with his teeth missin' begging for mercy
No more God, the 68 thousand down a pair of three
Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin'
Cham snatched his flag four big rocks, enter the dragon
It's over, another story told
Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras
Yo let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back fo sho
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're ****ing up who's willin' to fight and teach the C
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate, the 4 devils jealousy