[00:00.000] 作曲 : C. Woods/A. Thompson/G. Coney/J. Turner/D. Scott
[00:01.129]Let me get my ****ing sip on, man (Yeah)
[00:02.674]Top tier shit, man (Haha)
[00:04.473]Let me get my sip on, man
[00:06.380]Cocksucker, you mother****er (Haha)
[00:10.771]What's up?
[00:11.229]Move, bless, Lord, carry your S-car interior
[00:13.700]Don's don't bow
[00:14.644]Move the crowd when they hearin' ya
[00:16.426]Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
[00:19.101]Throwin' swords for mines, we get live in your area
[00:22.131]Ex-con, not the type of nigga that you flex on
[00:24.910]Mister Carl Fisk baby, seen it all and done it all
[00:27.597]Shell casing left many murals on the wall
[00:30.475]A million candles for you and you better light 'em all
[00:33.269]Biscotti guava cake wanna light the raw (Yeah)
[00:35.941]Movin' through the streets of New York while light and poor
[00:38.819]Devise a plan with my man, the demise is yours
[00:41.448]Got me in your building with the shotty up down the hall (Down the hall)
[00:44.417]Maneuver money, my shooter's removal, movin' funny
[00:47.113]Cash King think differently, nigga, you's a dummy
[00:49.709]Fiends in your spot licking plates that's pitiful (Come here, son)
[00:52.437]12 at the door now situation critical
[00:55.266]Tear gas, stun grenade, throw through the floor
[00:57.694]Hit the fire escape broad man fifth floor
[01:00.543]First cop slipped through the door, his gun went off
[01:03.167]Hit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and left the clip off
[01:06.149]Whatever he's saying is facts, I pull in two M machines
[01:09.320]Blow up all of the exterior is waxed
[01:11.688]Gallo in the rear view, it's movies on, relax
[01:14.403]Shoes for a confrontation, you gon' get snatched
[01:17.638]Vestes an S classes gettin' fat
[01:19.895]All my main shooters got money, they all Jacks
[01:23.003]Flows is hungry I just ask
[01:24.763]I sit amongst bosses you niggas is horses go and get strapped
[01:28.596]Leathers, fur coats on and hats
[01:31.017]Came through like Frank Matthews bring on stacks
[01:34.133]Yeah, it's Paul Kelly on wax
[01:36.573]All that shit you really on: it really don't match
[01:39.538]Haha, sound silly don't get clapped
[01:42.062]Make my man Mitch hit you, Darn, go get the Jets
[01:44.939]Next time you might get killed from all racks
[01:47.494]See me out in London with lambs and all blacks
[01:50.179]I step with the steppers, foot on they neck applyin' pressure
[01:53.679]Eatin' good, pilin' on extra
[01:55.744]Cold as Minnesota weather
[01:57.312]I send them home on a stretcher
[01:59.091]Facts, I go crazy over lesser
[02:01.287]Roarin' in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breath
[02:04.332]Cash and checks, that's the flex, watch what happen next
[02:06.855]Action on the set, put karats on my neck
[02:09.250]I'm in Paris on the jet, I was rappin' on the steps
[02:12.089]That's Cynthia's son
[02:13.345]I be trippin' how these niggas is stunned
[02:15.409]How I'm having such a pivotal run
[02:17.402]Used to do it for fun, now give me my ones
[02:20.222]You a flashlight standing near the physical sun
[02:23.004]Fully loaded with all the features, for all the non-believers
[02:26.310]They on the sideline watchin' from the bleachers
[02:28.849]Deck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meter
[02:31.518]I'm givin' niggas shakes and chills with this fever
[02:34.209]Move, bless, Lord, carry your S-car interior
[02:37.161]Don's don't bow
[02:38.164]Move the crowd when they hearin' ya
[02:39.831]Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
[02:42.555]Throwin' swords for mines, we get live in your area
[02:45.502]Move, bless, Lord, carry your S-car interior
[02:48.167]Don's don't bow
[02:49.205]Move the crowd when they hearin' ya
[02:50.824]Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
[02:53.563]Throwin' swords for mines, we get live in your area
[02:57.826]For real, what's goin' on?
[03:00.183]You know what it is, big up (We get live in your area)
[03:03.440]Brooklyn Queens Manhattan, Bronx Shaolin (We get live in your area)
[03:07.836]Yeah, for real, New York City stand up
[03:13.746]Anywhere else, you know what it is, man, six places and strong (We get live in your area)
[03:18.257]What you talking 'bout?

作曲 : C. Woods/A. Thompson/G. Coney/J. Turner/D. Scott
Let me get my ****ing sip on, man (Yeah)
Top tier shit, man (Haha)
Let me get my sip on, man
Cocksucker, you mother****er (Haha)
What's up?
Move, bless, Lord, carry your S-car interior
Don's don't bow
Move the crowd when they hearin' ya
Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
Throwin' swords for mines, we get live in your area
Ex-con, not the type of nigga that you flex on
Mister Carl Fisk baby, seen it all and done it all
Shell casing left many murals on the wall
A million candles for you and you better light 'em all
Biscotti guava cake wanna light the raw (Yeah)
Movin' through the streets of New York while light and poor
Devise a plan with my man, the demise is yours
Got me in your building with the shotty up down the hall (Down the hall)
Maneuver money, my shooter's removal, movin' funny
Cash King think differently, nigga, you's a dummy
Fiends in your spot licking plates that's pitiful (Come here, son)
12 at the door now situation critical
Tear gas, stun grenade, throw through the floor
Hit the fire escape broad man fifth floor
First cop slipped through the door, his gun went off
Hit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and left the clip off
Whatever he's saying is facts, I pull in two M machines
Blow up all of the exterior is waxed
Gallo in the rear view, it's movies on, relax
Shoes for a confrontation, you gon' get snatched
Vestes an S classes gettin' fat
All my main shooters got money, they all Jacks
Flows is hungry I just ask
I sit amongst bosses you niggas is horses go and get strapped
Leathers, fur coats on and hats
Came through like Frank Matthews bring on stacks
Yeah, it's Paul Kelly on wax
All that shit you really on: it really don't match
Haha, sound silly don't get clapped
Make my man Mitch hit you, Darn, go get the Jets
Next time you might get killed from all racks
See me out in London with lambs and all blacks
I step with the steppers, foot on they neck applyin' pressure
Eatin' good, pilin' on extra
Cold as Minnesota weather
I send them home on a stretcher
Facts, I go crazy over lesser
Roarin' in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breath
Cash and checks, that's the flex, watch what happen next
Action on the set, put karats on my neck
I'm in Paris on the jet, I was rappin' on the steps
That's Cynthia's son
I be trippin' how these niggas is stunned
How I'm having such a pivotal run
Used to do it for fun, now give me my ones
You a flashlight standing near the physical sun
Fully loaded with all the features, for all the non-believers
They on the sideline watchin' from the bleachers
Deck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meter
I'm givin' niggas shakes and chills with this fever
Move, bless, Lord, carry your S-car interior
Don's don't bow
Move the crowd when they hearin' ya
Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
Throwin' swords for mines, we get live in your area
Move, bless, Lord, carry your S-car interior
Don's don't bow
Move the crowd when they hearin' ya
Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
Throwin' swords for mines, we get live in your area
For real, what's goin' on?
You know what it is, big up (We get live in your area)
Brooklyn Queens Manhattan, Bronx Shaolin (We get live in your area)
Yeah, for real, New York City stand up
Anywhere else, you know what it is, man, six places and strong (We get live in your area)
What you talking 'bout?