| 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... |