Song | Live Then Lay |
Artist | Naughty by Nature |
Album | Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury |
作词 : Brown, Criss, Gist, Johnson ... | |
(Treach) One steps down the path of poverty most know the route not a pot to piss in or a door to throw it out | |
All I hear, these days, we say, she say, we say, anyway | |
He grows, she grows, we grow, listen negro (listen) | |
I die, you die, few die, who rob, its do or die | |
You fry, I fry, new play, new day, new | |
God Tell me, what's the sense of this? | |
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me | |
Had to mention it | |
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this | |
Some plans, one chance, hold heat, hold head, hold theirs (hold ya head) | |
Peep rules, we proof, meet troops, speak truth, teach youth (teach the youth) | |
No crews, who's who? | |
New day, new rules, do you: | |
Break bread, wake heads, check heads, half-a-head for steak feds? (check 'em) | |
They'll lock your body, even gotti | |
Grab your shotties for an illuminati (ready) | |
They'll lock your body as gotti | |
Grab your shotties it's an illuminati (Chorus: Phiness) | |
Open your eyes up, people can't you see? | |
It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me | |
All my life | |
I've seen so much misery | |
Can there be a better place for you and me? (VinRock) | |
Why, everytime you try to show a nigga love they shit on you? | |
**** I'm suppose to do? | |
Why, everytime a brother comin' up some pray ya through? | |
That's what success'll do | |
Cause I'm a hard workin' black man | |
In my face stab in my back man | |
Rob and steal they wanna kill me black man | |
Tell me now what the deal is black man | |
Don't ya know the powers in our hand? | |
Cause we shine we end up six feet inland | |
When we could build one nation | |
And it's comprised of all persuasion | |
African, Latin caught cagin', | |
Asian New | |
World Order, | |
Hip-Hop Nation | |
Then we can turn hate to love like | |
Malcolm and | |
Martin tripped up, open up your eyes (Chorus: Phiness) | |
Open your eyes up, people can't you see? | |
It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me | |
All my life | |
I've seen so much misery | |
Can there be a better place for you and me? (Phiness) | |
Here today, gone tomorrow | |
Live then lay, here tomorrow (Treach) | |
Tell me, what's the sense of this? | |
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me | |
Had to mention it | |
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this | |
What's the sense of this? | |
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me | |
Had to mention it | |
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this (Chorus: Phiness) | |
Open your eyes up, people can't you see? | |
It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me | |
All my life | |
I've seen so much misery | |
Can there be a better place for you and me? (Treach) | |
Feel me, the end of the century | |
Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (open your eyes) | |
That's how the envy be | |
Now they got it, we our own enemies | |
Feel me, the end of the century | |
Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries (open your eyes) | |
That's how the envy be | |
Now they got us, we our own enemies |
zuò cí : Brown, Criss, Gist, Johnson ... | |
Treach One steps down the path of poverty most know the route not a pot to piss in or a door to throw it out | |
All I hear, these days, we say, she say, we say, anyway | |
He grows, she grows, we grow, listen negro listen | |
I die, you die, few die, who rob, its do or die | |
You fry, I fry, new play, new day, new | |
God Tell me, what' s the sense of this? | |
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me | |
Had to mention it | |
You' ve never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this | |
Some plans, one chance, hold heat, hold head, hold theirs hold ya head | |
Peep rules, we proof, meet troops, speak truth, teach youth teach the youth | |
No crews, who' s who? | |
New day, new rules, do you: | |
Break bread, wake heads, check heads, halfahead for steak feds? check ' em | |
They' ll lock your body, even gotti | |
Grab your shotties for an illuminati ready | |
They' ll lock your body as gotti | |
Grab your shotties it' s an illuminati Chorus: Phiness | |
Open your eyes up, people can' t you see? | |
It' s gettin' harder by the day for you and me | |
All my life | |
I' ve seen so much misery | |
Can there be a better place for you and me? VinRock | |
Why, everytime you try to show a nigga love they shit on you? | |
I' m suppose to do? | |
Why, everytime a brother comin' up some pray ya through? | |
That' s what success' ll do | |
Cause I' m a hard workin' black man | |
In my face stab in my back man | |
Rob and steal they wanna kill me black man | |
Tell me now what the deal is black man | |
Don' t ya know the powers in our hand? | |
Cause we shine we end up six feet inland | |
When we could build one nation | |
And it' s comprised of all persuasion | |
African, Latin caught cagin', | |
Asian New | |
World Order, | |
HipHop Nation | |
Then we can turn hate to love like | |
Malcolm and | |
Martin tripped up, open up your eyes Chorus: Phiness | |
Open your eyes up, people can' t you see? | |
It' s gettin' harder by the day for you and me | |
All my life | |
I' ve seen so much misery | |
Can there be a better place for you and me? Phiness | |
Here today, gone tomorrow | |
Live then lay, here tomorrow Treach | |
Tell me, what' s the sense of this? | |
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me | |
Had to mention it | |
You' ve never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this | |
What' s the sense of this? | |
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me | |
Had to mention it | |
You' ve never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this Chorus: Phiness | |
Open your eyes up, people can' t you see? | |
It' s gettin' harder by the day for you and me | |
All my life | |
I' ve seen so much misery | |
Can there be a better place for you and me? Treach | |
Feel me, the end of the century | |
Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries open your eyes | |
That' s how the envy be | |
Now they got it, we our own enemies | |
Feel me, the end of the century | |
Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries open your eyes | |
That' s how the envy be | |
Now they got us, we our own enemies |