No Way Out Lyrics
| Song | No Way Out |
| Artist | DJ Screw |
| Album | Trilogy: A DJ Screw Memorial |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Robert Earl Davis Jr./Albert Driver |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Robert Earl Davis Jr./Albert Driver |
| [00:27.864] | Pickin' up buckshot shells |
| [00:30.813] | Is how I'm comin' |
| [00:34.437] | I know you feel me |
| [00:40.727] | Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| [00:48.556] | I know you feel me |
| [00:56.222] | Pickin' up buckshot shells in my driveway |
| [00:59.427] | Had a shootout last night |
| [01:01.683] | But I live to see Friday, another day |
| [01:04.935] | Chillin' in the jungle, smokin' hay |
| [01:07.218] | Watchin' the lil' locs play |
| [01:08.809] | With the trigger of an AK |
| [01:11.073] | Comin' up, runnin' up fiends, so I telled on |
| [01:14.509] | I'm workin' for the president, so coppers get the hell on |
| [01:18.072] | Devil's on my back, strapped to kill, but I look out |
| [01:21.517] | I gots to put in work all year |
| [01:23.659] | And can't clock out |
| [01:25.110] | A menace to society, society made me a menace |
| [01:28.408] | Walkin' a road to freedom, where the road seems endless |
| [01:31.898] | With no stop sign, direction, speed limit, or street lights |
| [01:35.390] | Just gang fights, crack pipes, poverty and long nights |
| [01:39.302] | Of tears, crawlin' in the well of memories |
| [01:42.606] | Thinkin' of the daily battles and the gang fight injuries |
| [01:45.900][?] | for life, to the heart, mind, body and the soul I claim |
| [01:50.725][?] | , Prince on my brain, so some call me insane |
| [01:54.135] | With no reason to live |
| [01:55.853] | With no love to give |
| [01:57.644] | The only ones followin' me is the negative |
| [02:00.801] | One, cause my people know another homie's funeral's true |
| [02:04.726]And welcome to the jungles, nothin' but the [?] | flu |
| [02:08.357] | And broke hoes are parasites jackin' a brother |
| [02:11.909] | For his years, prostitutes workin' undercover |
| [02:15.400] | With no remorse or love loss |
| [02:18.155] | I'm just a king in the jungle, still runnin' around lost in the hood |
| [02:23.833] | No way out, n-no way out,Yo I'm lost in the hood |
| [02:51.001] | Nowadays, brothers gotta pack a gun to a club |
| [02:54.702] | 'Cause every time I go out I see a fool gettin' drug |
| [02:58.388] | With a bullet in his mug, and the red blood puddle |
| [03:01.761] | Watchin' his homie shed tears in the shot up huddle |
| [03:05.724] | Ain't no rehabilitation for death |
| [03:08.543] | Loc, you get killed, you gone |
| [03:11.105] | Buried, put away, smoked |
| [03:12.920] | Done, did, no mo' grievin' |
| [03:15.796] | So long, goodbye |
| [03:17.173] | 'Cause you'll soon be leavin' |
| [03:19.197] | The jungle, the place where the big boys terrorize |
| [03:23.244] | Livin' a violent life in the city just to stay alive |
| [03:26.700] | What can I do to make it better in my home sweet home |
| [03:30.450] | Without gettin' locked up or a shell in my dome? |
| [03:34.081] | I asked God and he answered me, yeah |
| [03:37.548] | I know those devils wanna dance with me, no |
| [03:41.100] | My homie Ray died last year |
| [03:43.778] | An' even though I cried |
| [03:45.645] | Yo, it won't be my last tear |
| [03:47.885] | Comin' up |
| [03:49.319] | In this world of madness |
| [03:51.422] | Don't nothin' look good 'cause all I see is sadness |
| [03:55.186] | All the haters, black G, can't stop if I could |
| [03:59.144] | I'm on a mission 'cause I'm missin' some lost in the hood |
| [04:03.406] | No way out, n-no way out,Yo, I'm lost in the hood |
| [04:30.893] | T-T-Tears |
| [04:32.736] | Fallin' down my cheeks, cause I'm like a bad seed |
| [04:35.697] | Planted deep in the streets |
| [04:37.460] | Will I die from starvation or die from the gauge |
| [04:41.022] | 'Cause nowadays young brothers ain't dyin' of old age |
| [04:45.088] | A bullet to the head, ain't nothin' new, Brrat |
| [04:48.626] | Mark's in the hood, catch bullets like the flu |
| [04:51.884] | But I sneeze back |
| [04:53.192] | Wit' the U |
| [04:53.944] | Double Z, I |
| [04:55.404] | Rattata-tat-tat-tat, nigga, step and die |
| [04:59.028] | Ain't no sense in me lyin' |
| [05:00.880] | I'm ready for the season, In the mirror everyday |
| [05:04.297] | Steadily bobbin', steadily weavin' |
| [05:06.192] | Five O's don't understand |
| [05:08.228] | The mission of my gang |
| [05:09.812] | Tellin' me to be good, when they yellin' "Ready, aim" on the black G, but no, I can't go out like kill 'em |
| [05:17.248] | You shoot me, you won't be in jail or prison |
| [05:20.779] | Take every nigga you kill |
| [05:22.409] | G's kill ten of your best men |
| [05:25.836] | Leavin' bullets in their chin wit' the nine |
| [05:28.800] | 'Cause crooked ass cops still feel |
| [05:31.142] | They can beat a nigga down like Rodney until I kneel |
| [05:34.879] | That's a no-no, I got your photo |
| [05:37.339]Sayin' cheers if I catch you at [?] | |
| [05:40.374] | These damn fools, no more tears |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Robert Earl Davis Jr. Albert Driver |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Robert Earl Davis Jr. Albert Driver |
| [00:27.864] | Pickin' up buckshot shells |
| [00:30.813] | Is how I' m comin' |
| [00:34.437] | I know you feel me |
| [00:40.727] | Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| [00:48.556] | I know you feel me |
| [00:56.222] | Pickin' up buckshot shells in my driveway |
| [00:59.427] | Had a shootout last night |
| [01:01.683] | But I live to see Friday, another day |
| [01:04.935] | Chillin' in the jungle, smokin' hay |
| [01:07.218] | Watchin' the lil' locs play |
| [01:08.809] | With the trigger of an AK |
| [01:11.073] | Comin' up, runnin' up fiends, so I telled on |
| [01:14.509] | I' m workin' for the president, so coppers get the hell on |
| [01:18.072] | Devil' s on my back, strapped to kill, but I look out |
| [01:21.517] | I gots to put in work all year |
| [01:23.659] | And can' t clock out |
| [01:25.110] | A menace to society, society made me a menace |
| [01:28.408] | Walkin' a road to freedom, where the road seems endless |
| [01:31.898] | With no stop sign, direction, speed limit, or street lights |
| [01:35.390] | Just gang fights, crack pipes, poverty and long nights |
| [01:39.302] | Of tears, crawlin' in the well of memories |
| [01:42.606] | Thinkin' of the daily battles and the gang fight injuries |
| [01:45.900][?] | for life, to the heart, mind, body and the soul I claim |
| [01:50.725][?] | , Prince on my brain, so some call me insane |
| [01:54.135] | With no reason to live |
| [01:55.853] | With no love to give |
| [01:57.644] | The only ones followin' me is the negative |
| [02:00.801] | One, cause my people know another homie' s funeral' s true |
| [02:04.726]And welcome to the jungles, nothin' but the [?] | flu |
| [02:08.357] | And broke hoes are parasites jackin' a brother |
| [02:11.909] | For his years, prostitutes workin' undercover |
| [02:15.400] | With no remorse or love loss |
| [02:18.155] | I' m just a king in the jungle, still runnin' around lost in the hood |
| [02:23.833] | No way out, n-no way out, Yo I' m lost in the hood |
| [02:51.001] | Nowadays, brothers gotta pack a gun to a club |
| [02:54.702] | ' Cause every time I go out I see a fool gettin' drug |
| [02:58.388] | With a bullet in his mug, and the red blood puddle |
| [03:01.761] | Watchin' his homie shed tears in the shot up huddle |
| [03:05.724] | Ain' t no rehabilitation for death |
| [03:08.543] | Loc, you get killed, you gone |
| [03:11.105] | Buried, put away, smoked |
| [03:12.920] | Done, did, no mo' grievin' |
| [03:15.796] | So long, goodbye |
| [03:17.173] | ' Cause you' ll soon be leavin' |
| [03:19.197] | The jungle, the place where the big boys terrorize |
| [03:23.244] | Livin' a violent life in the city just to stay alive |
| [03:26.700] | What can I do to make it better in my home sweet home |
| [03:30.450] | Without gettin' locked up or a shell in my dome? |
| [03:34.081] | I asked God and he answered me, yeah |
| [03:37.548] | I know those devils wanna dance with me, no |
| [03:41.100] | My homie Ray died last year |
| [03:43.778] | An' even though I cried |
| [03:45.645] | Yo, it won' t be my last tear |
| [03:47.885] | Comin' up |
| [03:49.319] | In this world of madness |
| [03:51.422] | Don' t nothin' look good ' cause all I see is sadness |
| [03:55.186] | All the haters, black G, can' t stop if I could |
| [03:59.144] | I' m on a mission ' cause I' m missin' some lost in the hood |
| [04:03.406] | No way out, n-no way out, Yo, I' m lost in the hood |
| [04:30.893] | T-T-Tears |
| [04:32.736] | Fallin' down my cheeks, cause I' m like a bad seed |
| [04:35.697] | Planted deep in the streets |
| [04:37.460] | Will I die from starvation or die from the gauge |
| [04:41.022] | ' Cause nowadays young brothers ain' t dyin' of old age |
| [04:45.088] | A bullet to the head, ain' t nothin' new, Brrat |
| [04:48.626] | Mark' s in the hood, catch bullets like the flu |
| [04:51.884] | But I sneeze back |
| [04:53.192] | Wit' the U |
| [04:53.944] | Double Z, I |
| [04:55.404] | Rattata-tat-tat-tat, nigga, step and die |
| [04:59.028] | Ain' t no sense in me lyin' |
| [05:00.880] | I' m ready for the season, In the mirror everyday |
| [05:04.297] | Steadily bobbin', steadily weavin' |
| [05:06.192] | Five O' s don' t understand |
| [05:08.228] | The mission of my gang |
| [05:09.812] | Tellin' me to be good, when they yellin' " Ready, aim" on the black G, but no, I can' t go out like kill ' em |
| [05:17.248] | You shoot me, you won' t be in jail or prison |
| [05:20.779] | Take every nigga you kill |
| [05:22.409] | G' s kill ten of your best men |
| [05:25.836] | Leavin' bullets in their chin wit' the nine |
| [05:28.800] | ' Cause crooked ass cops still feel |
| [05:31.142] | They can beat a nigga down like Rodney until I kneel |
| [05:34.879] | That' s a no-no, I got your photo |
| [05:37.339]Sayin' cheers if I catch you at [?] | |
| [05:40.374] | These damn fools, no more tears |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Robert Earl Davis Jr. Albert Driver |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Robert Earl Davis Jr. Albert Driver |
| [00:27.864] | Pickin' up buckshot shells |
| [00:30.813] | Is how I' m comin' |
| [00:34.437] | I know you feel me |
| [00:40.727] | Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| [00:48.556] | I know you feel me |
| [00:56.222] | Pickin' up buckshot shells in my driveway |
| [00:59.427] | Had a shootout last night |
| [01:01.683] | But I live to see Friday, another day |
| [01:04.935] | Chillin' in the jungle, smokin' hay |
| [01:07.218] | Watchin' the lil' locs play |
| [01:08.809] | With the trigger of an AK |
| [01:11.073] | Comin' up, runnin' up fiends, so I telled on |
| [01:14.509] | I' m workin' for the president, so coppers get the hell on |
| [01:18.072] | Devil' s on my back, strapped to kill, but I look out |
| [01:21.517] | I gots to put in work all year |
| [01:23.659] | And can' t clock out |
| [01:25.110] | A menace to society, society made me a menace |
| [01:28.408] | Walkin' a road to freedom, where the road seems endless |
| [01:31.898] | With no stop sign, direction, speed limit, or street lights |
| [01:35.390] | Just gang fights, crack pipes, poverty and long nights |
| [01:39.302] | Of tears, crawlin' in the well of memories |
| [01:42.606] | Thinkin' of the daily battles and the gang fight injuries |
| [01:45.900][?] | for life, to the heart, mind, body and the soul I claim |
| [01:50.725][?] | , Prince on my brain, so some call me insane |
| [01:54.135] | With no reason to live |
| [01:55.853] | With no love to give |
| [01:57.644] | The only ones followin' me is the negative |
| [02:00.801] | One, cause my people know another homie' s funeral' s true |
| [02:04.726]And welcome to the jungles, nothin' but the [?] | flu |
| [02:08.357] | And broke hoes are parasites jackin' a brother |
| [02:11.909] | For his years, prostitutes workin' undercover |
| [02:15.400] | With no remorse or love loss |
| [02:18.155] | I' m just a king in the jungle, still runnin' around lost in the hood |
| [02:23.833] | No way out, n-no way out, Yo I' m lost in the hood |
| [02:51.001] | Nowadays, brothers gotta pack a gun to a club |
| [02:54.702] | ' Cause every time I go out I see a fool gettin' drug |
| [02:58.388] | With a bullet in his mug, and the red blood puddle |
| [03:01.761] | Watchin' his homie shed tears in the shot up huddle |
| [03:05.724] | Ain' t no rehabilitation for death |
| [03:08.543] | Loc, you get killed, you gone |
| [03:11.105] | Buried, put away, smoked |
| [03:12.920] | Done, did, no mo' grievin' |
| [03:15.796] | So long, goodbye |
| [03:17.173] | ' Cause you' ll soon be leavin' |
| [03:19.197] | The jungle, the place where the big boys terrorize |
| [03:23.244] | Livin' a violent life in the city just to stay alive |
| [03:26.700] | What can I do to make it better in my home sweet home |
| [03:30.450] | Without gettin' locked up or a shell in my dome? |
| [03:34.081] | I asked God and he answered me, yeah |
| [03:37.548] | I know those devils wanna dance with me, no |
| [03:41.100] | My homie Ray died last year |
| [03:43.778] | An' even though I cried |
| [03:45.645] | Yo, it won' t be my last tear |
| [03:47.885] | Comin' up |
| [03:49.319] | In this world of madness |
| [03:51.422] | Don' t nothin' look good ' cause all I see is sadness |
| [03:55.186] | All the haters, black G, can' t stop if I could |
| [03:59.144] | I' m on a mission ' cause I' m missin' some lost in the hood |
| [04:03.406] | No way out, n-no way out, Yo, I' m lost in the hood |
| [04:30.893] | T-T-Tears |
| [04:32.736] | Fallin' down my cheeks, cause I' m like a bad seed |
| [04:35.697] | Planted deep in the streets |
| [04:37.460] | Will I die from starvation or die from the gauge |
| [04:41.022] | ' Cause nowadays young brothers ain' t dyin' of old age |
| [04:45.088] | A bullet to the head, ain' t nothin' new, Brrat |
| [04:48.626] | Mark' s in the hood, catch bullets like the flu |
| [04:51.884] | But I sneeze back |
| [04:53.192] | Wit' the U |
| [04:53.944] | Double Z, I |
| [04:55.404] | Rattata-tat-tat-tat, nigga, step and die |
| [04:59.028] | Ain' t no sense in me lyin' |
| [05:00.880] | I' m ready for the season, In the mirror everyday |
| [05:04.297] | Steadily bobbin', steadily weavin' |
| [05:06.192] | Five O' s don' t understand |
| [05:08.228] | The mission of my gang |
| [05:09.812] | Tellin' me to be good, when they yellin' " Ready, aim" on the black G, but no, I can' t go out like kill ' em |
| [05:17.248] | You shoot me, you won' t be in jail or prison |
| [05:20.779] | Take every nigga you kill |
| [05:22.409] | G' s kill ten of your best men |
| [05:25.836] | Leavin' bullets in their chin wit' the nine |
| [05:28.800] | ' Cause crooked ass cops still feel |
| [05:31.142] | They can beat a nigga down like Rodney until I kneel |
| [05:34.879] | That' s a no-no, I got your photo |
| [05:37.339]Sayin' cheers if I catch you at [?] | |
| [05:40.374] | These damn fools, no more tears |
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