Song | Legal Money |
Artist | Shaquille O'Neal |
Album | You Can't Stop the Reign |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Creed, Hamilton, Johnson ... | |
from Orlando to Queensboro | |
the Infamous Mobb | |
get on your job kid | |
word up | |
check it out son | |
Superman emblem | |
met with the Mobb in Metropolis | |
we call assembely, at round table mappin' out the | |
strategy, my faculty is Warren Allen | |
know for four poundedly | |
hittin' up rappers til they can't be | |
highly exsplosive, this ain't your is rap exclusive | |
leave 'em hung, and Shaq, frontin' (shhhh) is a nusiance | |
thirty two, and somethin' for you and you | |
and him too | |
Superman'll hold the pill, rhyme Vanderbilt | |
leavin' niggas in stand still | |
rapper be Queens real | |
we hydro, from Orlando to Queensboro | |
sit back, watchin' ESPN on the eighty inch | |
the game's on, my thug's on too | |
me and Nate Dogg | |
the guard jet ski | |
Shaq ripped the river apart | |
you ain't been doin' this, so don't start | |
[Chorus] | |
hey yo, I'm tryin' to get this money | |
there's nothin' like legal money | |
stackin' the cake makes rainy days sunny | |
one lump sum, blue chips and checks | |
so I can play | |
my way, all day, everyday | |
[Shaq] | |
lyrical proufoundest like Mobb Deep | |
mission on earth | |
bust 'em speakers in jeeps | |
phrase of day, don't y'all sleep on Shaq | |
I reconstruct abstract facts and visuals | |
clocks speakers at Foot Locker for risiduals | |
I'm beyond understanding, mystical | |
of the world is super ???, physical | |
very lyrical (very lyrical) | |
my style is tounge slashing | |
as well as brain smashing | |
like in your (shhh) kid, without asking | |
critics be jealous, they absent minded of course | |
first MC ever to have mics and shoes in the Source | |
but of course, I ride that white horse | |
I'm unbeliavble like Biggie | |
I represent Newark, New Jersey | |
no diggety | |
puttin' this down for my fam in the future | |
into my center, pull out size duece duece boots | |
than I'll boot ya | |
age twenty four, y'all gon' see me in history books | |
omega sci-fi represent, throw up them hooks | |
[Chorus] | |
[Havoc] | |
the unbeliavble mystic, top notch | |
so cock the pist', forty first side be lifted | |
drama we wit' it, teflon | |
recommended, fully automatic, approved | |
get that vest ready | |
shook ones, throw on your running shoes | |
we runnin' crews | |
danger, without the warning | |
night without the morning | |
dawn to dusk, you'll get that mug rushed | |
cream is a must | |
so in myself I trust | |
trust nobody else | |
and make moves with delf | |
legalize is wise guys Queensbridge enterprise | |
take this money rock, to all my shorties, keep it tight | |
no doubt, we gon' start, me and my Infamous click | |
nine six to the year Two-G, handle your business | |
get dough | |
sip the Alaze everyday, all day | |
pop the bubbley | |
you ain't got nothin' for me | |
we shinin', still shinin', combinin' | |
working, diamond mindin' | |
kid you still searchin' | |
jealous and gellin' | |
care less, records is sellin' | |
platinumn plates, laid back | |
life is great | |
and good to us | |
pay checks, give me that head rush | |
that early mornin' thoughts is that I need more c | |
so it's on, yo what he say, I'd be right back | |
it's like that | |
and Diesel Shaq got my back | |
[Chorus] | |
[Havoc] | |
yeah, Mobb Deep | |
big Shaq on ya back | |
get ready for attack | |
'cause it's like that | |
ha |
zuo ci : Creed, Hamilton, Johnson ... | |
from Orlando to Queensboro | |
the Infamous Mobb | |
get on your job kid | |
word up | |
check it out son | |
Superman emblem | |
met with the Mobb in Metropolis | |
we call assembely, at round table mappin' out the | |
strategy, my faculty is Warren Allen | |
know for four poundedly | |
hittin' up rappers til they can' t be | |
highly exsplosive, this ain' t your is rap exclusive | |
leave ' em hung, and Shaq, frontin' shhhh is a nusiance | |
thirty two, and somethin' for you and you | |
and him too | |
Superman' ll hold the pill, rhyme Vanderbilt | |
leavin' niggas in stand still | |
rapper be Queens real | |
we hydro, from Orlando to Queensboro | |
sit back, watchin' ESPN on the eighty inch | |
the game' s on, my thug' s on too | |
me and Nate Dogg | |
the guard jet ski | |
Shaq ripped the river apart | |
you ain' t been doin' this, so don' t start | |
Chorus | |
hey yo, I' m tryin' to get this money | |
there' s nothin' like legal money | |
stackin' the cake makes rainy days sunny | |
one lump sum, blue chips and checks | |
so I can play | |
my way, all day, everyday | |
Shaq | |
lyrical proufoundest like Mobb Deep | |
mission on earth | |
bust ' em speakers in jeeps | |
phrase of day, don' t y' all sleep on Shaq | |
I reconstruct abstract facts and visuals | |
clocks speakers at Foot Locker for risiduals | |
I' m beyond understanding, mystical | |
of the world is super nbsp???, physical | |
very lyrical very lyrical | |
my style is tounge slashing | |
as well as brain smashing | |
like in your shhh kid, without asking | |
critics be jealous, they absent minded of course | |
first MC ever to have mics and shoes in the Source | |
but of course, I ride that white horse | |
I' m unbeliavble like Biggie | |
I represent Newark, New Jersey | |
no diggety | |
puttin' this down for my fam in the future | |
into my center, pull out size duece duece boots | |
than I' ll boot ya | |
age twenty four, y' all gon' see me in history books | |
omega scifi represent, throw up them hooks | |
Chorus | |
Havoc | |
the unbeliavble mystic, top notch | |
so cock the pist', forty first side be lifted | |
drama we wit' it, teflon | |
recommended, fully automatic, approved | |
get that vest ready | |
shook ones, throw on your running shoes | |
we runnin' crews | |
danger, without the warning | |
night without the morning | |
dawn to dusk, you' ll get that mug rushed | |
cream is a must | |
so in myself I trust | |
trust nobody else | |
and make moves with delf | |
legalize is wise guys Queensbridge enterprise | |
take this money rock, to all my shorties, keep it tight | |
no doubt, we gon' start, me and my Infamous click | |
nine six to the year TwoG, handle your business | |
get dough | |
sip the Alaze everyday, all day | |
pop the bubbley | |
you ain' t got nothin' for me | |
we shinin', still shinin', combinin' | |
working, diamond mindin' | |
kid you still searchin' | |
jealous and gellin' | |
care less, records is sellin' | |
platinumn plates, laid back | |
life is great | |
and good to us | |
pay checks, give me that head rush | |
that early mornin' thoughts is that I need more c | |
so it' s on, yo what he say, I' d be right back | |
it' s like that | |
and Diesel Shaq got my back | |
Chorus | |
Havoc | |
yeah, Mobb Deep | |
big Shaq on ya back | |
get ready for attack | |
' cause it' s like that | |
ha |
zuò cí : Creed, Hamilton, Johnson ... | |
from Orlando to Queensboro | |
the Infamous Mobb | |
get on your job kid | |
word up | |
check it out son | |
Superman emblem | |
met with the Mobb in Metropolis | |
we call assembely, at round table mappin' out the | |
strategy, my faculty is Warren Allen | |
know for four poundedly | |
hittin' up rappers til they can' t be | |
highly exsplosive, this ain' t your is rap exclusive | |
leave ' em hung, and Shaq, frontin' shhhh is a nusiance | |
thirty two, and somethin' for you and you | |
and him too | |
Superman' ll hold the pill, rhyme Vanderbilt | |
leavin' niggas in stand still | |
rapper be Queens real | |
we hydro, from Orlando to Queensboro | |
sit back, watchin' ESPN on the eighty inch | |
the game' s on, my thug' s on too | |
me and Nate Dogg | |
the guard jet ski | |
Shaq ripped the river apart | |
you ain' t been doin' this, so don' t start | |
Chorus | |
hey yo, I' m tryin' to get this money | |
there' s nothin' like legal money | |
stackin' the cake makes rainy days sunny | |
one lump sum, blue chips and checks | |
so I can play | |
my way, all day, everyday | |
Shaq | |
lyrical proufoundest like Mobb Deep | |
mission on earth | |
bust ' em speakers in jeeps | |
phrase of day, don' t y' all sleep on Shaq | |
I reconstruct abstract facts and visuals | |
clocks speakers at Foot Locker for risiduals | |
I' m beyond understanding, mystical | |
of the world is super nbsp???, physical | |
very lyrical very lyrical | |
my style is tounge slashing | |
as well as brain smashing | |
like in your shhh kid, without asking | |
critics be jealous, they absent minded of course | |
first MC ever to have mics and shoes in the Source | |
but of course, I ride that white horse | |
I' m unbeliavble like Biggie | |
I represent Newark, New Jersey | |
no diggety | |
puttin' this down for my fam in the future | |
into my center, pull out size duece duece boots | |
than I' ll boot ya | |
age twenty four, y' all gon' see me in history books | |
omega scifi represent, throw up them hooks | |
Chorus | |
Havoc | |
the unbeliavble mystic, top notch | |
so cock the pist', forty first side be lifted | |
drama we wit' it, teflon | |
recommended, fully automatic, approved | |
get that vest ready | |
shook ones, throw on your running shoes | |
we runnin' crews | |
danger, without the warning | |
night without the morning | |
dawn to dusk, you' ll get that mug rushed | |
cream is a must | |
so in myself I trust | |
trust nobody else | |
and make moves with delf | |
legalize is wise guys Queensbridge enterprise | |
take this money rock, to all my shorties, keep it tight | |
no doubt, we gon' start, me and my Infamous click | |
nine six to the year TwoG, handle your business | |
get dough | |
sip the Alaze everyday, all day | |
pop the bubbley | |
you ain' t got nothin' for me | |
we shinin', still shinin', combinin' | |
working, diamond mindin' | |
kid you still searchin' | |
jealous and gellin' | |
care less, records is sellin' | |
platinumn plates, laid back | |
life is great | |
and good to us | |
pay checks, give me that head rush | |
that early mornin' thoughts is that I need more c | |
so it' s on, yo what he say, I' d be right back | |
it' s like that | |
and Diesel Shaq got my back | |
Chorus | |
Havoc | |
yeah, Mobb Deep | |
big Shaq on ya back | |
get ready for attack | |
' cause it' s like that | |
ha |