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作曲 : Jones, Parker, Wingate |
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Artist：Jim Jones/Max B |
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[Jim Jones] |
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Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster (Ferraris) |
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Live life vulgar, the FBI posters (fuck the feds) |
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The fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded) |
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We act dumb don't approach us (watch yourself) |
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We hit the spot & stand on club sofas (ballin) |
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So get the club owners (where he at) |
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Cause we the boss type knicks game court side |
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Big chain sporty ride |
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G4 the lord of skies (flyin) |
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And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up) |
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Then pay homage to the board that lies |
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So many niggaz on my corner died |
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A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you) |
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And nevermind that |
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My cash better find that (bring my cash) |
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We do the mask work |
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Kick doors cash search (I know you here me) |
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Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly) |
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You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (fuck your kid) |
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Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world |
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Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn |
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[Chorus: Max B] |
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Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee |
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Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee |
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We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads |
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Got the bitches sayin oh my darling |
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We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all |
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Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem |
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[Jim Jones] |
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A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin) |
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Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato |
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I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's) |
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Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin) |
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Who gives a fuck is the motto (fuck em) |
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The new sneakers, blackberry's new beepers (text mail) |
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And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops) |
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It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot) |
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It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris) |
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You gon get it cause my crew G'd up |
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We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it) |
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3 day stays at atlantis (ballin) |
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Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang) |
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A 1000 deaths to the cowards (fuck em) |
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You let him die no flowers (fuck 'em twice) |
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I use to drive 4 hours, (right) |
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Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it) |
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You chumps want the power |
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But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope) |
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It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours (let's do it) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jim Jones] |
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I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics) |
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Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (fuck squally) |
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And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded) |
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And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business) |
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Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me) |
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I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork) |
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If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at) |
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We need to sit & talk (2:12 with him) before it go further |
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Mo money mo murder ?? |
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And we will pop at you |
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And whoever you got with you (blatttt) |
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My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard) |
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Cop jewels new cars (stafalah) |
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Take guns to jumar |
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Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?? |
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Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah) |
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It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga) |
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You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast (eat you up) |
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The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash (Ballin) |
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And I'm oh so Harlem |
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15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside) |