| Song | Cherry Range |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Birth Of A Prince |
| 作词 : Diggs, Murray | |
| Yeah, yeah, what up? | |
| Nothin', man, hold on | |
| Someone beepin' on my other line and shit | |
| Nigga, I've seen everything | |
| I wanted to see | |
| Come on son, yo, in my | |
| Range Rover runnin' out this mutha****a and shit | |
| I be there in ninety minutes, aight, | |
| I make a stop | |
| Aight, peace, one-one [RZA] | |
| I'm up in the | |
| Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains | |
| My mind's on everything, my | |
| Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed | |
| My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in | |
| D.C. My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!" "Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word, king?" [Beretta 9] | |
| Duckin' lights, b.s. and problems, pushin' through | |
| Holland Tunnel | |
| Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel ' | |
| Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble | |
| With the, the | |
| Beez... [RZA] ... | |
| That's why we study degrees | |
| And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks | |
| Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month | |
| You've seen | |
| Bird? You had beef with that chump | |
| And I heard he came home from a two-year slump [Beretta 9] | |
| Yeah, I heard, | |
| I got the pump in the trunk | |
| And when I see that crab, | |
| I'm a dump in his lump ' | |
| Cuz niggaz ain't shit but welfare cheese [RZA] | |
| With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds [Beretta 9] | |
| Frontin' with their platinum like they're | |
| O's and G's [RZA] | |
| When faced with the gat, niggaz pose and freeze | |
| And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills | |
| In my mind spin, they give skin chills | |
| Yo, son, we gotta make them deals | |
| For ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo [Chorus: RZA & Beretta 9] | |
| You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live | |
| Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give | |
| Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play | |
| Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do | |
| Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live | |
| Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give | |
| Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play | |
| Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay | |
| Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat | |
| Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be | |
| Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say | |
| Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach | |
| Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay | |
| Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay | |
| And get our record played, on the radio | |
| Airwaves, without havin' to pay the ****in' | |
| D.J.! [Chorus 2X: Xavier Naidoo] | |
| Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do | |
| Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be | |
| Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give | |
| Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Murray | |
| Yeah, yeah, what up? | |
| Nothin', man, hold on | |
| Someone beepin' on my other line and shit | |
| Nigga, I' ve seen everything | |
| I wanted to see | |
| Come on son, yo, in my | |
| Range Rover runnin' out this mutha a and shit | |
| I be there in ninety minutes, aight, | |
| I make a stop | |
| Aight, peace, oneone RZA | |
| I' m up in the | |
| Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains | |
| My mind' s on everything, my | |
| Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed | |
| My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in | |
| D. C. My cell phone rings off the hook: " brrring!" " Kinetic 9: Yo, what' s the word, king?" Beretta 9 | |
| Duckin' lights, b. s. and problems, pushin' through | |
| Holland Tunnel | |
| Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel ' | |
| Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble | |
| With the, the | |
| Beez... RZA ... | |
| That' s why we study degrees | |
| And keep our third eye open for ccypher punks | |
| Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month | |
| You' ve seen | |
| Bird? You had beef with that chump | |
| And I heard he came home from a twoyear slump Beretta 9 | |
| Yeah, I heard, | |
| I got the pump in the trunk | |
| And when I see that crab, | |
| I' m a dump in his lump ' | |
| Cuz niggaz ain' t shit but welfare cheese RZA | |
| With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds Beretta 9 | |
| Frontin' with their platinum like they' re | |
| O' s and G' s RZA | |
| When faced with the gat, niggaz pose and freeze | |
| And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills | |
| In my mind spin, they give skin chills | |
| Yo, son, we gotta make them deals | |
| For ten mill' s so we can pay them bills, yo Chorus: RZA Beretta 9 | |
| You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live | |
| Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give | |
| Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play | |
| Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do | |
| Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live | |
| Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give | |
| Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play | |
| Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay | |
| Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat | |
| Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be | |
| Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say | |
| Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach | |
| Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay | |
| Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay | |
| And get our record played, on the radio | |
| Airwaves, without havin' to pay the in' | |
| D. J.! Chorus 2X: Xavier Naidoo | |
| Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do | |
| Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be | |
| Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give | |
| Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay |