Song | Bomb 1st |
Artist | Royce Da 5'9" |
Album | Death Is Certain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Montgomery, Qualls | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it | |
Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin' you off | |
Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin' 'cuz | |
With you from the peddle to the floor | |
From the shovel to the fo' fo', the devil only showed up for show | |
Turn this up, turn off your phone | |
And leave the, "You wanna talk peace?" at home | |
Faces corps or face them in court | |
If you don't face 'em you gon' pay, yo safety is short | |
I got a babe to work for the courts | |
I'ma license plate number away from the front of your porch | |
Or from the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about | |
I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth | |
It's strange y'all repent after saying my name | |
I'm about to change it like Prince call me | |
The skit master, beef with the street trash | |
The leafs, the trees, grass at ya pad, he's mastered | |
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin' his ass | |
Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standin' | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it | |
At night or in broad day, drive by, sittin' in the bushes all day | |
However you hunt, go get 'em | |
The K, the AR, the pump, the hand gun | |
Get it done however you want, go get 'em | |
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump | |
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front, go get 'em | |
The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints | |
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger | |
I learned niggaz will turn on you young | |
Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa | |
Stop lights are not at night, it's where you get chopped up | |
If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might | |
Surroad through and fast forward his life | |
Blow noodles on his dash board nigga, no excuses | |
I seen plenty survive, weighing a hundred and eighty five | |
In a land where the skinny niggaz die, you gotta | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it |
zuo qu : Montgomery, Qualls | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get ' em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it | |
Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin' you off | |
Get him, I don' t wanna picture you pausin' ' cuz | |
With you from the peddle to the floor | |
From the shovel to the fo' fo', the devil only showed up for show | |
Turn this up, turn off your phone | |
And leave the, " You wanna talk peace?" at home | |
Faces corps or face them in court | |
If you don' t face ' em you gon' pay, yo safety is short | |
I got a babe to work for the courts | |
I' ma license plate number away from the front of your porch | |
Or from the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about | |
I' m the opposite of a lot of mouth | |
It' s strange y' all repent after saying my name | |
I' m about to change it like Prince call me | |
The skit master, beef with the street trash | |
The leafs, the trees, grass at ya pad, he' s mastered | |
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin' his ass | |
Just let ' em have it and you can be the last one standin' | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get ' em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it | |
At night or in broad day, drive by, sittin' in the bushes all day | |
However you hunt, go get ' em | |
The K, the AR, the pump, the hand gun | |
Get it done however you want, go get ' em | |
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump | |
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front, go get ' em | |
The gorilla, know he gon' leave footprints | |
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger | |
I learned niggaz will turn on you young | |
Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa | |
Stop lights are not at night, it' s where you get chopped up | |
If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might | |
Surroad through and fast forward his life | |
Blow noodles on his dash board nigga, no excuses | |
I seen plenty survive, weighing a hundred and eighty five | |
In a land where the skinny niggaz die, you gotta | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get ' em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it |
zuò qǔ : Montgomery, Qualls | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get ' em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it | |
Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin' you off | |
Get him, I don' t wanna picture you pausin' ' cuz | |
With you from the peddle to the floor | |
From the shovel to the fo' fo', the devil only showed up for show | |
Turn this up, turn off your phone | |
And leave the, " You wanna talk peace?" at home | |
Faces corps or face them in court | |
If you don' t face ' em you gon' pay, yo safety is short | |
I got a babe to work for the courts | |
I' ma license plate number away from the front of your porch | |
Or from the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about | |
I' m the opposite of a lot of mouth | |
It' s strange y' all repent after saying my name | |
I' m about to change it like Prince call me | |
The skit master, beef with the street trash | |
The leafs, the trees, grass at ya pad, he' s mastered | |
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin' his ass | |
Just let ' em have it and you can be the last one standin' | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get ' em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it | |
At night or in broad day, drive by, sittin' in the bushes all day | |
However you hunt, go get ' em | |
The K, the AR, the pump, the hand gun | |
Get it done however you want, go get ' em | |
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump | |
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front, go get ' em | |
The gorilla, know he gon' leave footprints | |
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger | |
I learned niggaz will turn on you young | |
Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa | |
Stop lights are not at night, it' s where you get chopped up | |
If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might | |
Surroad through and fast forward his life | |
Blow noodles on his dash board nigga, no excuses | |
I seen plenty survive, weighing a hundred and eighty five | |
In a land where the skinny niggaz die, you gotta | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so you gotta go and get ' em | |
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz | |
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz | |
It don' t hurt niggaz, drama ain' t certain niggaz | |
But death is, so somebody gon' get it |