Song | Certified Samurai |
Artist | RZA |
Album | Afro Samurai |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Diggs | |
作词 : Drayton, Elliott, Greene | |
Hahahahahaha, we gon' do what we do right here, baby | |
You already know what it is, Division, back in the building | |
Brooklyn, you see 'em? Haha (yeah, come on) {soldier hold ya sword high} | |
{Swing it like a Samurai} Who are we? | |
[Talib Kweli] | |
We the breadwinners, baby, make it peel, sippin' blunts | |
Smokin' guns, taught M.C.'s how these niggas living | |
Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving | |
Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping | |
Cops listening, with the gun sitting on they lap | |
Cuz of that, the t-shirt's on the block, like 'stop snitching' | |
Living by the code of the samurai | |
Dreams put on hold like operators standing by | |
What you craft with your heart or your weapon | |
It's a question, what you craft with, a glock or a message in a rhyme | |
I teach you little savage part of a lesson and choice | |
Between being a gangsta and an artist, is the start of your ending | |
You can front like you a gangsta artist, but that ain't the smartest | |
Decision, niggas'll test you | |
Say you ain't the hardest, regardless, what you spare homey | |
RZA told me that the game is flipping, nobody bent for me | |
[Interlude: Terra Tory] | |
Haha, you already know what it is | |
Murda is back in the building | |
Division, back in the building | |
[Free Murda] | |
Free Murda dick longer than the O.J. trial | |
Have your bitch backstage with the Colgate smile | |
I'm on the back glocks where the coke ring loud | |
Bullets got flat tops like they stole Kane's style | |
Warm 'em kid, you wanna flow, drain now | |
Get your whole brain out, where your hoes hang out | |
It's killing me, everybody got cocaine nail | |
Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out | |
Your boy's on fire, my boat stays out | |
It's gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth | |
Got a slice of that bread, bags that you stole | |
You had a price on your head, now that tag's on your toe | |
And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed | |
Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes | |
I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up | |
You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park | |
[Chorus 2X: Free Murda] | |
How many licks does it take | |
For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break? | |
Yeah, how many hits must you make | |
Before a man'll get his mule and his forty ac's | |
[Suga Bang Bang] | |
Soldier hold your sword high... | |
Swing it like a Samurai... | |
Now don't get all out of pride... | |
From the Afro Samurai... |
zuo qu : Diggs | |
zuo ci : Drayton, Elliott, Greene | |
Hahahahahaha, we gon' do what we do right here, baby | |
You already know what it is, Division, back in the building | |
Brooklyn, you see ' em? Haha yeah, come on soldier hold ya sword high | |
Swing it like a Samurai Who are we? | |
Talib Kweli | |
We the breadwinners, baby, make it peel, sippin' blunts | |
Smokin' guns, taught M. C.' s how these niggas living | |
Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving | |
Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping | |
Cops listening, with the gun sitting on they lap | |
Cuz of that, the tshirt' s on the block, like ' stop snitching' | |
Living by the code of the samurai | |
Dreams put on hold like operators standing by | |
What you craft with your heart or your weapon | |
It' s a question, what you craft with, a glock or a message in a rhyme | |
I teach you little savage part of a lesson and choice | |
Between being a gangsta and an artist, is the start of your ending | |
You can front like you a gangsta artist, but that ain' t the smartest | |
Decision, niggas' ll test you | |
Say you ain' t the hardest, regardless, what you spare homey | |
RZA told me that the game is flipping, nobody bent for me | |
Interlude: Terra Tory | |
Haha, you already know what it is | |
Murda is back in the building | |
Division, back in the building | |
Free Murda | |
Free Murda dick longer than the O. J. trial | |
Have your bitch backstage with the Colgate smile | |
I' m on the back glocks where the coke ring loud | |
Bullets got flat tops like they stole Kane' s style | |
Warm ' em kid, you wanna flow, drain now | |
Get your whole brain out, where your hoes hang out | |
It' s killing me, everybody got cocaine nail | |
Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out | |
Your boy' s on fire, my boat stays out | |
It' s gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth | |
Got a slice of that bread, bags that you stole | |
You had a price on your head, now that tag' s on your toe | |
And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed | |
Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes | |
I' m trying, real good, the semi' got loud up | |
You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park | |
Chorus 2X: Free Murda | |
How many licks does it take | |
For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break? | |
Yeah, how many hits must you make | |
Before a man' ll get his mule and his forty ac' s | |
Suga Bang Bang | |
Soldier hold your sword high... | |
Swing it like a Samurai... | |
Now don' t get all out of pride... | |
From the Afro Samurai... |
zuò qǔ : Diggs | |
zuò cí : Drayton, Elliott, Greene | |
Hahahahahaha, we gon' do what we do right here, baby | |
You already know what it is, Division, back in the building | |
Brooklyn, you see ' em? Haha yeah, come on soldier hold ya sword high | |
Swing it like a Samurai Who are we? | |
Talib Kweli | |
We the breadwinners, baby, make it peel, sippin' blunts | |
Smokin' guns, taught M. C.' s how these niggas living | |
Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving | |
Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping | |
Cops listening, with the gun sitting on they lap | |
Cuz of that, the tshirt' s on the block, like ' stop snitching' | |
Living by the code of the samurai | |
Dreams put on hold like operators standing by | |
What you craft with your heart or your weapon | |
It' s a question, what you craft with, a glock or a message in a rhyme | |
I teach you little savage part of a lesson and choice | |
Between being a gangsta and an artist, is the start of your ending | |
You can front like you a gangsta artist, but that ain' t the smartest | |
Decision, niggas' ll test you | |
Say you ain' t the hardest, regardless, what you spare homey | |
RZA told me that the game is flipping, nobody bent for me | |
Interlude: Terra Tory | |
Haha, you already know what it is | |
Murda is back in the building | |
Division, back in the building | |
Free Murda | |
Free Murda dick longer than the O. J. trial | |
Have your bitch backstage with the Colgate smile | |
I' m on the back glocks where the coke ring loud | |
Bullets got flat tops like they stole Kane' s style | |
Warm ' em kid, you wanna flow, drain now | |
Get your whole brain out, where your hoes hang out | |
It' s killing me, everybody got cocaine nail | |
Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out | |
Your boy' s on fire, my boat stays out | |
It' s gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth | |
Got a slice of that bread, bags that you stole | |
You had a price on your head, now that tag' s on your toe | |
And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed | |
Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes | |
I' m trying, real good, the semi' got loud up | |
You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park | |
Chorus 2X: Free Murda | |
How many licks does it take | |
For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break? | |
Yeah, how many hits must you make | |
Before a man' ll get his mule and his forty ac' s | |
Suga Bang Bang | |
Soldier hold your sword high... | |
Swing it like a Samurai... | |
Now don' t get all out of pride... | |
From the Afro Samurai... |