| Song | Purse Snatchaz |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | All We Got Iz Us |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baker, Jones, Quinn, Scruggs ... | |
| There's no sunshine in the city | |
| That's the way it's going down | |
| People kill and people dyin | |
| Every time i turn around | |
| There's no sunshine... | |
| [sticky fingaz] | |
| I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers | |
| Criminalist, and parole violators | |
| I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators | |
| Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators | |
| Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers | |
| Scandal big reelers, i sell coke to dope dealers | |
| Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers | |
| The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars | |
| Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large | |
| Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers | |
| Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers | |
| Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters | |
| Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever | |
| Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers | |
| But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this | |
| For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters | |
| Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious | |
| My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws | |
| Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors | |
| Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers | |
| I roll wit cigar smoke flowers | |
| Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes mercedes | |
| Always solicit, and pullin out on project business | |
| Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers | |
| Ready to run up in rockefeller, put the glock in the teller | |
| And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up | |
| [chorus] | |
| [sonsee] | |
| To me, usg livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin | |
| Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin | |
| On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings | |
| Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin | |
| We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can't be toleratin | |
| Man that's frustratin, that's why we be demonstratin | |
| How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin | |
| Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep 'em strugglin | |
| Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin | |
| Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin | |
| For child supportin, or self done abortion | |
| Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune | |
| So we'll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin | |
| Every group and, until we see some more improvin | |
| It'll be mad human deliciously, can't completion | |
| Cuz every day is killin season | |
| [chorus] | |
| [sticky fingaz] | |
| I pledge allegiance to the street and blame god | |
| For the creation of this pitiful earth, that's filled wit temptation | |
| Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation | |
| Now i just got a probation, so wish me congratulation | |
| But i'm under investigation, for psychic evaluation | |
| Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination | |
| So i need the participation the caucasian assassination | |
| Time is wastin, it's a sticky situation | |
| Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population | |
| And there's no exaggeration, so whoever in an association | |
| Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation | |
| When hours of desperation, on for ya information | |
| A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation | |
| Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization | |
| So i use my concentration wit a jim crow education | |
| Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation | |
| All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication | |
| And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation | |
| To elite from a tree my decorations | |
| So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration's | |
| That's being the manipulation of this god damn nation | |
| And witness how the warn indication, so it's the indian conversation |
| zuo qu : Baker, Jones, Quinn, Scruggs ... | |
| There' s no sunshine in the city | |
| That' s the way it' s going down | |
| People kill and people dyin | |
| Every time i turn around | |
| There' s no sunshine... | |
| sticky fingaz | |
| I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers | |
| Criminalist, and parole violators | |
| I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators | |
| Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators | |
| Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers | |
| Scandal big reelers, i sell coke to dope dealers | |
| Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers | |
| The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars | |
| Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large | |
| Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers | |
| Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers | |
| Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters | |
| Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever | |
| Can' t take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers | |
| But kid it' s, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this | |
| For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters | |
| Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious | |
| My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws | |
| Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors | |
| Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers | |
| I roll wit cigar smoke flowers | |
| Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes mercedes | |
| Always solicit, and pullin out on project business | |
| Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers | |
| Ready to run up in rockefeller, put the glock in the teller | |
| And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up | |
| chorus | |
| sonsee | |
| To me, usg livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin | |
| Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin | |
| On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings | |
| Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin | |
| We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can' t be toleratin | |
| Man that' s frustratin, that' s why we be demonstratin | |
| How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin | |
| Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep ' em strugglin | |
| Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin | |
| Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin | |
| For child supportin, or self done abortion | |
| Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune | |
| So we' ll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin | |
| Every group and, until we see some more improvin | |
| It' ll be mad human deliciously, can' t completion | |
| Cuz every day is killin season | |
| chorus | |
| sticky fingaz | |
| I pledge allegiance to the street and blame god | |
| For the creation of this pitiful earth, that' s filled wit temptation | |
| Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation | |
| Now i just got a probation, so wish me congratulation | |
| But i' m under investigation, for psychic evaluation | |
| Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination | |
| So i need the participation the caucasian assassination | |
| Time is wastin, it' s a sticky situation | |
| Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population | |
| And there' s no exaggeration, so whoever in an association | |
| Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation | |
| When hours of desperation, on for ya information | |
| A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation | |
| Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization | |
| So i use my concentration wit a jim crow education | |
| Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation | |
| All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication | |
| And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation | |
| To elite from a tree my decorations | |
| So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration' s | |
| That' s being the manipulation of this god damn nation | |
| And witness how the warn indication, so it' s the indian conversation |
| zuò qǔ : Baker, Jones, Quinn, Scruggs ... | |
| There' s no sunshine in the city | |
| That' s the way it' s going down | |
| People kill and people dyin | |
| Every time i turn around | |
| There' s no sunshine... | |
| sticky fingaz | |
| I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers | |
| Criminalist, and parole violators | |
| I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators | |
| Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators | |
| Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers | |
| Scandal big reelers, i sell coke to dope dealers | |
| Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers | |
| The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars | |
| Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large | |
| Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers | |
| Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers | |
| Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters | |
| Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever | |
| Can' t take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers | |
| But kid it' s, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this | |
| For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters | |
| Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious | |
| My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws | |
| Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors | |
| Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers | |
| I roll wit cigar smoke flowers | |
| Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes mercedes | |
| Always solicit, and pullin out on project business | |
| Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers | |
| Ready to run up in rockefeller, put the glock in the teller | |
| And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up | |
| chorus | |
| sonsee | |
| To me, usg livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin | |
| Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin | |
| On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings | |
| Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin | |
| We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can' t be toleratin | |
| Man that' s frustratin, that' s why we be demonstratin | |
| How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin | |
| Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep ' em strugglin | |
| Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin | |
| Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin | |
| For child supportin, or self done abortion | |
| Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune | |
| So we' ll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin | |
| Every group and, until we see some more improvin | |
| It' ll be mad human deliciously, can' t completion | |
| Cuz every day is killin season | |
| chorus | |
| sticky fingaz | |
| I pledge allegiance to the street and blame god | |
| For the creation of this pitiful earth, that' s filled wit temptation | |
| Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation | |
| Now i just got a probation, so wish me congratulation | |
| But i' m under investigation, for psychic evaluation | |
| Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination | |
| So i need the participation the caucasian assassination | |
| Time is wastin, it' s a sticky situation | |
| Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population | |
| And there' s no exaggeration, so whoever in an association | |
| Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation | |
| When hours of desperation, on for ya information | |
| A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation | |
| Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization | |
| So i use my concentration wit a jim crow education | |
| Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation | |
| All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication | |
| And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation | |
| To elite from a tree my decorations | |
| So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration' s | |
| That' s being the manipulation of this god damn nation | |
| And witness how the warn indication, so it' s the indian conversation |