| 作曲 : Damon Blackmon & DMX & Sean Jacobs & Mase & Jason Phillips & Styles | |
| 作词 : Bertha, Blackman, Jacobs ... | |
| Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop more with holes up in skyscrapers | |
| In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers | |
| New York City, know only way to play is gritty | |
| I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 | |
| My whole comity like to puff | |
| L's and look jiggy | |
| Who wanna test this? | |
| My semi leave you chest less | |
| And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless | |
| Young, but | |
| I done did shit that you won't do | |
| So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin' through | |
| I got niggaz who pump on your block and in your spot | |
| Who sit next to you? | |
| Protectin' you? | |
| But they'll murder you, playa | |
| Don status, nigga we gettin' chipsesis | |
| And bad bitchsesis, frontin' in eclipsesis | |
| Ayo, Mase and | |
| The Lox we takin' knots from the out of state spots | |
| Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot | |
| You don't really wanna come try, the one guy | |
| Who stay dumb high from blunt lye the rack of sing-sing alumni | |
| Who got more beef than a | |
| Islamic farm | |
| So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs | |
| It's not a nigga in your gang want it | |
| My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it | |
| Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug | |
| Have a chump coughin' blood, fill his coffin with slugs | |
| Yo, you know | |
| I got enough guns to wreck a nation | |
| Any nigga wave a | |
| Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation | |
| You bring your crew and 'em and | |
| I'm doin' 'em | |
| Then I'm beatin' 'em down with aluminum, then | |
| I'm puttin' two in 'em | |
| You can't touch me, | |
| I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement | |
| A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Yo, check out the kid that get coke like | |
| SosaNever turned down chocha be in the | |
| CostaRica, sippin' margaritas with a mami | |
| Cleanin' my | |
| Tommy, showin' love to my army | |
| Whenever The | |
| Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em | |
| Yeah I hear niggaz, but | |
| I still don't feel 'em | |
| And this for the listeners, and prisoners | |
| And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us | |
| My 16's be so real, you can feel 'em in your vain | |
| Like Ramello's pops from | |
| SugarhillJ be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake | |
| Cartel lips, spittin' clips at your face, we started from the bottom | |
| You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever we can do it at the | |
| GardenWord life, this shit is real big | |
| I'm makin' niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty | |
| I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs | |
| Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love | |
| Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me | |
| I'm only gettin' up, splittin' up your anatomy | |
| Official lock family, grants niggaz handin' me | |
| I want the finer things, and | |
| I hope you understandin' me | |
| Sittin' at the table, plannin' and plug the fan in | |
| Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon | |
| Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless | |
| If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like | |
| PesciAnd if rap was hockey, | |
| I be Gretzky, puffin' | |
| NestleAny ya niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Actin' invincible like you | |
| God or somethin' | |
| If you God, then | |
| I'm a makes a lot till you rot | |
| And if you a playa, then play for everything you got | |
| And if you a thug, then start bustin' off shots | |
| And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Don't came at me with no bullshit, use caution' | |
| Cause when | |
| I wet shit, | |
| I dead shit, like abortions | |
| For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering | |
| Got niggaz fearin', **** what you heard, this what you hearin' | |
| How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit? | |
| See if your hardest niggaz flip, when | |
| I start a bunch of shit | |
| I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet' | |
| Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep | |
| Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud | |
| Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood | |
| A positive | |
| ID is impossible, so you know | |
| John Doe is what they gonna' be puttin' on that tag on your toe | |
| Now who gonna tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue | |
| Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs | |
| Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen | |
| So you got what you came for what's that? | |
| Surgery wit the chainsaw, | |
| I hit the ****in' streets' | |
| Cause like | |
| I said before ain't nothin' goin' down until | |
| I eatMu' ****ers think it's all about impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches | |
| Well, I'm testin' bitches game, adressin' bitches, and caressin' bitches | |
| And dealin' with mu'****ers on all levels | |
| What I'm dealin' with is all devils | |
| ****in' with snakes, runnin' with niggaz you call rebels | |
| I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz | |
| That come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz | |
| And scary niggaz get it all the time 'cause what they got is all of mine | |
| Your man was talkin' shit until | |
| I pulled the nine | |
| And if I don't know you, | |
| I don't **** with you | |
| And if you with my man, then he gettin' stuck with you | |
| And gave it the money' | |
| Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line | |
| Sent his back through his chest then | |
| I tossed the nine | |
| Boss of crime, | |
| Black Gotti, | |
| I stack bodies wit the black shotty | |
| Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty, get it | |
| These niggaz is for real, these niggaz ain't playin' | |
| This ain't no ****in' game, you think we playin'? | |
| Ruff Ryders |
| zuo qu : Damon Blackmon DMX Sean Jacobs Mase Jason Phillips Styles | |
| zuo ci : Bertha, Blackman, Jacobs ... | |
| Yo, ayo let' s get papers and pop more with holes up in skyscrapers | |
| In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers | |
| New York City, know only way to play is gritty | |
| I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 | |
| My whole comity like to puff | |
| L' s and look jiggy | |
| Who wanna test this? | |
| My semi leave you chest less | |
| And ain' t shit that you can say to me when you be breathless | |
| Young, but | |
| I done did shit that you won' t do | |
| So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin' through | |
| I got niggaz who pump on your block and in your spot | |
| Who sit next to you? | |
| Protectin' you? | |
| But they' ll murder you, playa | |
| Don status, nigga we gettin' chipsesis | |
| And bad bitchsesis, frontin' in eclipsesis | |
| Ayo, Mase and | |
| The Lox we takin' knots from the out of state spots | |
| Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot | |
| You don' t really wanna come try, the one guy | |
| Who stay dumb high from blunt lye the rack of singsing alumni | |
| Who got more beef than a | |
| Islamic farm | |
| So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs | |
| It' s not a nigga in your gang want it | |
| My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it | |
| Often I bug, then we' ll soften a thug | |
| Have a chump coughin' blood, fill his coffin with slugs | |
| Yo, you know | |
| I got enough guns to wreck a nation | |
| Any nigga wave a | |
| Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation | |
| You bring your crew and ' em and | |
| I' m doin' ' em | |
| Then I' m beatin' ' em down with aluminum, then | |
| I' m puttin' two in ' em | |
| You can' t touch me, | |
| I' ve been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement | |
| A lot of other things, but that' s irrelevant | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Yo, check out the kid that get coke like | |
| SosaNever turned down chocha be in the | |
| CostaRica, sippin' margaritas with a mami | |
| Cleanin' my | |
| Tommy, showin' love to my army | |
| Whenever The | |
| Lox find rippy blocks, we kill ' em | |
| Yeah I hear niggaz, but | |
| I still don' t feel ' em | |
| And this for the listeners, and prisoners | |
| And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us | |
| My 16' s be so real, you can feel ' em in your vain | |
| Like Ramello' s pops from | |
| SugarhillJ be the ' cause for the kiss at your wake | |
| Cartel lips, spittin' clips at your face, we started from the bottom | |
| You' ll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever we can do it at the | |
| GardenWord life, this shit is real big | |
| I' m makin' niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty | |
| I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs | |
| Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love | |
| Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn' t shatter me | |
| I' m only gettin' up, splittin' up your anatomy | |
| Official lock family, grants niggaz handin' me | |
| I want the finer things, and | |
| I hope you understandin' me | |
| Sittin' at the table, plannin' and plug the fan in | |
| Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon | |
| Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless | |
| If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like | |
| PesciAnd if rap was hockey, | |
| I be Gretzky, puffin' | |
| NestleAny ya niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Actin' invincible like you | |
| God or somethin' | |
| If you God, then | |
| I' m a makes a lot till you rot | |
| And if you a playa, then play for everything you got | |
| And if you a thug, then start bustin' off shots | |
| And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Don' t came at me with no bullshit, use caution' | |
| Cause when | |
| I wet shit, | |
| I dead shit, like abortions | |
| For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering | |
| Got niggaz fearin', what you heard, this what you hearin' | |
| How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit? | |
| See if your hardest niggaz flip, when | |
| I start a bunch of shit | |
| I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet' | |
| Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep | |
| Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud | |
| Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood | |
| A positive | |
| ID is impossible, so you know | |
| John Doe is what they gonna' be puttin' on that tag on your toe | |
| Now who gonna tell yo mother, her baby' s under a cover in the morgue | |
| Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs | |
| Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn' t listen | |
| So you got what you came for what' s that? | |
| Surgery wit the chainsaw, | |
| I hit the in' streets' | |
| Cause like | |
| I said before ain' t nothin' goin' down until | |
| I eatMu' ers think it' s all about impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches | |
| Well, I' m testin' bitches game, adressin' bitches, and caressin' bitches | |
| And dealin' with mu' ers on all levels | |
| What I' m dealin' with is all devils | |
| in' with snakes, runnin' with niggaz you call rebels | |
| I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz | |
| That come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz | |
| And scary niggaz get it all the time ' cause what they got is all of mine | |
| Your man was talkin' shit until | |
| I pulled the nine | |
| And if I don' t know you, | |
| I don' t with you | |
| And if you with my man, then he gettin' stuck with you | |
| And gave it the money' | |
| Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line | |
| Sent his back through his chest then | |
| I tossed the nine | |
| Boss of crime, | |
| Black Gotti, | |
| I stack bodies wit the black shotty | |
| Bitchass niggaz who act snotty, get it | |
| These niggaz is for real, these niggaz ain' t playin' | |
| This ain' t no in' game, you think we playin'? | |
| Ruff Ryders |
| zuò qǔ : Damon Blackmon DMX Sean Jacobs Mase Jason Phillips Styles | |
| zuò cí : Bertha, Blackman, Jacobs ... | |
| Yo, ayo let' s get papers and pop more with holes up in skyscrapers | |
| In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers | |
| New York City, know only way to play is gritty | |
| I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 | |
| My whole comity like to puff | |
| L' s and look jiggy | |
| Who wanna test this? | |
| My semi leave you chest less | |
| And ain' t shit that you can say to me when you be breathless | |
| Young, but | |
| I done did shit that you won' t do | |
| So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin' through | |
| I got niggaz who pump on your block and in your spot | |
| Who sit next to you? | |
| Protectin' you? | |
| But they' ll murder you, playa | |
| Don status, nigga we gettin' chipsesis | |
| And bad bitchsesis, frontin' in eclipsesis | |
| Ayo, Mase and | |
| The Lox we takin' knots from the out of state spots | |
| Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot | |
| You don' t really wanna come try, the one guy | |
| Who stay dumb high from blunt lye the rack of singsing alumni | |
| Who got more beef than a | |
| Islamic farm | |
| So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs | |
| It' s not a nigga in your gang want it | |
| My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it | |
| Often I bug, then we' ll soften a thug | |
| Have a chump coughin' blood, fill his coffin with slugs | |
| Yo, you know | |
| I got enough guns to wreck a nation | |
| Any nigga wave a | |
| Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation | |
| You bring your crew and ' em and | |
| I' m doin' ' em | |
| Then I' m beatin' ' em down with aluminum, then | |
| I' m puttin' two in ' em | |
| You can' t touch me, | |
| I' ve been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement | |
| A lot of other things, but that' s irrelevant | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Yo, check out the kid that get coke like | |
| SosaNever turned down chocha be in the | |
| CostaRica, sippin' margaritas with a mami | |
| Cleanin' my | |
| Tommy, showin' love to my army | |
| Whenever The | |
| Lox find rippy blocks, we kill ' em | |
| Yeah I hear niggaz, but | |
| I still don' t feel ' em | |
| And this for the listeners, and prisoners | |
| And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us | |
| My 16' s be so real, you can feel ' em in your vain | |
| Like Ramello' s pops from | |
| SugarhillJ be the ' cause for the kiss at your wake | |
| Cartel lips, spittin' clips at your face, we started from the bottom | |
| You' ll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever we can do it at the | |
| GardenWord life, this shit is real big | |
| I' m makin' niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty | |
| I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs | |
| Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love | |
| Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn' t shatter me | |
| I' m only gettin' up, splittin' up your anatomy | |
| Official lock family, grants niggaz handin' me | |
| I want the finer things, and | |
| I hope you understandin' me | |
| Sittin' at the table, plannin' and plug the fan in | |
| Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon | |
| Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless | |
| If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like | |
| PesciAnd if rap was hockey, | |
| I be Gretzky, puffin' | |
| NestleAny ya niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Actin' invincible like you | |
| God or somethin' | |
| If you God, then | |
| I' m a makes a lot till you rot | |
| And if you a playa, then play for everything you got | |
| And if you a thug, then start bustin' off shots | |
| And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark | |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it | |
| Niggaz done started somethin' | |
| Don' t came at me with no bullshit, use caution' | |
| Cause when | |
| I wet shit, | |
| I dead shit, like abortions | |
| For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering | |
| Got niggaz fearin', what you heard, this what you hearin' | |
| How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit? | |
| See if your hardest niggaz flip, when | |
| I start a bunch of shit | |
| I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet' | |
| Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep | |
| Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud | |
| Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood | |
| A positive | |
| ID is impossible, so you know | |
| John Doe is what they gonna' be puttin' on that tag on your toe | |
| Now who gonna tell yo mother, her baby' s under a cover in the morgue | |
| Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs | |
| Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn' t listen | |
| So you got what you came for what' s that? | |
| Surgery wit the chainsaw, | |
| I hit the in' streets' | |
| Cause like | |
| I said before ain' t nothin' goin' down until | |
| I eatMu' ers think it' s all about impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches | |
| Well, I' m testin' bitches game, adressin' bitches, and caressin' bitches | |
| And dealin' with mu' ers on all levels | |
| What I' m dealin' with is all devils | |
| in' with snakes, runnin' with niggaz you call rebels | |
| I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz | |
| That come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz | |
| And scary niggaz get it all the time ' cause what they got is all of mine | |
| Your man was talkin' shit until | |
| I pulled the nine | |
| And if I don' t know you, | |
| I don' t with you | |
| And if you with my man, then he gettin' stuck with you | |
| And gave it the money' | |
| Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line | |
| Sent his back through his chest then | |
| I tossed the nine | |
| Boss of crime, | |
| Black Gotti, | |
| I stack bodies wit the black shotty | |
| Bitchass niggaz who act snotty, get it | |
| These niggaz is for real, these niggaz ain' t playin' | |
| This ain' t no in' game, you think we playin'? | |
| Ruff Ryders |
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