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作词 : Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock |
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作曲 : Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock |
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Ah, let's go |
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I don't feel no pressure, I feel like this my callin' |
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Bought the work, a hour later, I had to flush it down the toilet (Damn) |
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Every time they kicked the door down, I'm who took the charges (Me) |
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I came back and trapped harder, just in case they thought I lost it (What) |
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I was starin' them pots over with terrorist block soldiers |
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Yeah, I went from heroin to a Merrill Lynch stock broker (Ah) |
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She coulda got a pair of tits from the pair of kicks I'm quotin' |
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All my hoes crazy, I can't fxck unless she bipolar |
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Eastside legend like Sly and Rodney C |
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I really beat white, I'm Mr. T from Rocky III |
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You let these hoes sweet talk you, you n!ggas get rocked to sleep |
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You pay that b!tch rent, I ask that ho what she got for me (What you got for me?) |
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They know I'm up now, but my only hustle was not the streets (Nah) |
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So when they touched down, I can still front you a block a piece |
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I know hoes that won't fxck you and jewelers that's out your reach (Uh-huh) |
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I don't hate n!ggas, I see 'em as students that I can teach (Butcher) |
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Ayo, I'm in these streets waist deep (Talk to 'em) |
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If I can't eat with you, you can't eat (Hah) |
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That's how we give it up on May Street (May Block, pxssy) |
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May Street, pistol whip you, you get your face beat (Cap) |
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.40, no safety, tucked right where my waist be (What's poppin'?) |
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Yeah, race to the top, who wanna race me? (Uh-huh) |
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I don't chase money, money chase me (I'm gettin' bags, n!gga) |
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Countin' these bands, it's been a great week (Cap) |
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’Member, I cooked my first deuce, that jar busted in Renee seat (I was fxcked up) |
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I feel like Cam, painted the Wraith pink (Hah) |
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B!tches like, damn, they wanna taste me (Uh-huh), skeleton AP (You see me) |
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Give me a minute, bro, I can't think (Hold up) |
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I’m too busy countin' this money for the lawyer so my dog can get his case beat (We on the way, n!gga) |
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Yeah, I been a G since I jumped off the porch (Hah) |
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Still ridin' with the pump in the Porsche (Cap) |
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Yeah, still G-ridin', leave you slumped on your porch (Boom, boom, boom) |
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I came up hustlin' the stuff that you snort |
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Them n!ggas sneak dissin' me, that's nothin', of course (That's light) |
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’Cause I can have them n!ggas clipped like it's nothin', of course (Hah) |
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Rock this designer sh!t, she wanna know what this sh!t cost |
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I told her all you need to know is you fxckin' a boss (Haha) |
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Yeah, chopper loaded, lock and loaded, snitchin', I do not condone it |
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Pop his dome in, I don't know sh!t, I keep goin' |
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Forty pointers, watch is frozen, I send ten |
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From Toronto to San Antonio but it's not DeRozan, box is loaded up |
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Ayo, we know it's fxckin' murder, shoot you, ain't gon' take it further (Brr) |
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Hit your son up, hit your daughter, shot your b!tch, put on your coffin |
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N!ggas starvin', my n!ggas in Ferrari with the top off (Skrrt) |
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And n!ggas bossin', need talk for stunner bricks, don't call Steve Austin (Ah) |
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Fear of God joggers, joggin', n!ggas think they fake important |
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To me, you just a fxck n!gga, blow your head off soon as I walk in (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) |
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I don't do no fxckin' talkin', ballin', Just Don sportin' |
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GT on Rodeo with my rich white b!tch (Skrrt, rich white b!tch) |
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N!ggas talkin' culture, but not like this (But not like this) |
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I’m a killer and I'm gonna kill again |
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I wrote this with a devilish grin |
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I’m lookin' at his neck full of gold |
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I know what kind of car he drove |
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Holy Ghost, his soul that Calico |
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Any one of my n!ggas can snuff you |
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They solid and all official |
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What would ChineGun do? |
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Buffalo is ruthless, throw you off the roof sh!t |
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Kicked him in his face until he's fxckin' toothless |
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Murderous music, I'm from the fxckin' zoo |
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City full of villains and mobsters too |
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Burner to his dome, what would ChineGun do? |
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It's Griselda, n!gga |
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The Butcher, Machine, Gunn, and Plum |
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Filthiness riddled all in your eardrum |
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When it's a price on your head, it's not up for discussion |
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Two slugs in your b!tch face, those are the repercussions |
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This n!gga wouldn't stop pleadin' for his life all of a sudden |
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We wipe away your whole bloodline |
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That's word to slime |
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So we waitin' until his seeds get off the bus |
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Guaranteed these lil' bastards gonna put up a fuss |
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And we slittin' their throats right in front of you |
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Thoughts of a criminal, what would ChineGun do? |
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N!ggas will pistol whip your granny |
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Run a train on your mammy |
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I’m spiteful and death is delightful |
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Yeah |
