| Song | The Gang - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Shyne |
| Artist | Foxy Brown |
| Album | godfather buried alive |
| 作曲 : Barrow, Etlinger, Laurie ... | |
| Lets get it clear, | |
| Brooklyn, | |
| VietnamYo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all | |
| Lay down nigga | |
| It's the ill | |
| Na NaCut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand? | |
| Ride with me as | |
| I race through ya hood | |
| Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang | |
| Pants saggin' in that | |
| Bentley wagon | |
| Ayo that's my nigga | |
| Yacht if the mink is saggin' | |
| Since a youth | |
| I flipped, on some ruthless shit | |
| Had a thing for rings, bling, | |
| Coupes and shit | |
| Some' bout watchin' | |
| Montana come up outta | |
| HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer | |
| ****in' with the | |
| Cheddar Boys | |
| Some hustler flip girls instead of boys | |
| Keep filthy laweys, for when the | |
| Fed's annoy us | |
| We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus | |
| And the Street | |
| Lords and truly yours | |
| Drive Modena | |
| Spiders and big exhaust | |
| Bleed for the streets love the war | |
| My nose bleeds for weeks | |
| I love the raw | |
| Puncture niggaz when | |
| I comfort niggaz | |
| Motor City to | |
| Brooklyn, | |
| VietnamNigga it's on till my flesh is gone | |
| And even then | |
| I live on in gangsta form | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Macs and cash nigga how you love that? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Yacht, Cheddar | |
| Boys, Streets | |
| Lords, truly yours | |
| It's the "Godfather Buried Alive" | |
| Ayo Po it's the ill | |
| Na Na stuntin' in 5.0 | |
| Went to Brooklyn with the | |
| Rugers out | |
| In Flatbush and | |
| I keeps the | |
| Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out | |
| Y'all got a mutha****in' problem when my dude get out | |
| Dutty Ay bust a shot for | |
| Shyne get the | |
| Guinness Stout | |
| That's my word | |
| I got the | |
| Berken pulled over up on | |
| ParksideAnd | |
| Nostrand in the butter scotch | |
| RoverI'm ah bad gal style like | |
| I'm 'posta | |
| Got his comrades in | |
| Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster | |
| Phone check! | |
| Mutha****a hit the yard up | |
| Comm stop | |
| Mid-State | |
| Brooklyn niggaz squad up | |
| I'm hot steppin' in the pink | |
| Staline Seven | |
| I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven | |
| See through niggaz take they time like a man | |
| We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Macs and cash nigga how you love that? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Yacht, Cheddar | |
| Boys, Streets | |
| Lords, truly yours | |
| Money, cars, guns, hoes | |
| Sniff some blow and | |
| I'm good to go | |
| Eagle inflated | |
| Federal Bureau | |
| Investigated | |
| Most hated nigga read the affidavit | |
| Uh, racin' loud pipes | |
| Big ****in' exhausts burnin' the turnpike | |
| My game so tight | |
| I arouse dikes | |
| You punk rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write | |
| And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme | |
| Sound like you wanna be | |
| Shyne, and | |
| I don't blame ya | |
| Who wouldn't? | |
| Young nigga catchin' charges | |
| Continental | |
| T's parked in garages, | |
| Menages, odds is | |
| I'm the best spittin' it, nigga | |
| I'm gettin' it | |
| I admit it | |
| I was watchin' | |
| New Jack City | |
| And ****in' with, | |
| Uncle Paul got me dying to ball | |
| Everythin' | |
| I talk about | |
| I live itAll you hear these rappers rap about | |
| I really did it | |
| I was designed to hold nines, and grind | |
| Step out of line put you in that white line | |
| Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change | |
| You know the game jet planes and cocaine | |
| And what I say might be held against me | |
| I don't wanna talk, | |
| I'm the hottest nigga in | |
| New YorkWhat you know about that? | |
| Macs and cash nigga how you love that? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Yacht, Cheddar | |
| Boys, Streets | |
| Lords, truly yours |
| zuò qǔ : Barrow, Etlinger, Laurie ... | |
| Lets get it clear, | |
| Brooklyn, | |
| VietnamYo yo, live from the sevenoneeight y' all | |
| Lay down nigga | |
| It' s the ill | |
| Na NaCut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y' all understand? | |
| Ride with me as | |
| I race through ya hood | |
| Give me a fifth that' ll bang and a jury that' ll hang | |
| Pants saggin' in that | |
| Bentley wagon | |
| Ayo that' s my nigga | |
| Yacht if the mink is saggin' | |
| Since a youth | |
| I flipped, on some ruthless shit | |
| Had a thing for rings, bling, | |
| Coupes and shit | |
| Some' bout watchin' | |
| Montana come up outta | |
| HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer | |
| in' with the | |
| Cheddar Boys | |
| Some hustler flip girls instead of boys | |
| Keep filthy laweys, for when the | |
| Fed' s annoy us | |
| We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus | |
| And the Street | |
| Lords and truly yours | |
| Drive Modena | |
| Spiders and big exhaust | |
| Bleed for the streets love the war | |
| My nose bleeds for weeks | |
| I love the raw | |
| Puncture niggaz when | |
| I comfort niggaz | |
| Motor City to | |
| Brooklyn, | |
| VietnamNigga it' s on till my flesh is gone | |
| And even then | |
| I live on in gangsta form | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Macs and cash nigga how you love that? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Yacht, Cheddar | |
| Boys, Streets | |
| Lords, truly yours | |
| It' s the " Godfather Buried Alive" | |
| Ayo Po it' s the ill | |
| Na Na stuntin' in 5. 0 | |
| Went to Brooklyn with the | |
| Rugers out | |
| In Flatbush and | |
| I keeps the | |
| Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out | |
| Y' all got a mutha in' problem when my dude get out | |
| Dutty Ay bust a shot for | |
| Shyne get the | |
| Guinness Stout | |
| That' s my word | |
| I got the | |
| Berken pulled over up on | |
| ParksideAnd | |
| Nostrand in the butter scotch | |
| RoverI' m ah bad gal style like | |
| I' m ' posta | |
| Got his comrades in | |
| Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster | |
| Phone check! | |
| Mutha a hit the yard up | |
| Comm stop | |
| MidState | |
| Brooklyn niggaz squad up | |
| I' m hot steppin' in the pink | |
| Staline Seven | |
| I' ma stunt till big tell me there' s a ghetto up in heaven | |
| See through niggaz take they time like a man | |
| We don' t snitch we don' t sing on the stand but y' all don' t hear me | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Macs and cash nigga how you love that? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Yacht, Cheddar | |
| Boys, Streets | |
| Lords, truly yours | |
| Money, cars, guns, hoes | |
| Sniff some blow and | |
| I' m good to go | |
| Eagle inflated | |
| Federal Bureau | |
| Investigated | |
| Most hated nigga read the affidavit | |
| Uh, racin' loud pipes | |
| Big in' exhausts burnin' the turnpike | |
| My game so tight | |
| I arouse dikes | |
| You punk rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write | |
| And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme | |
| Sound like you wanna be | |
| Shyne, and | |
| I don' t blame ya | |
| Who wouldn' t? | |
| Young nigga catchin' charges | |
| Continental | |
| T' s parked in garages, | |
| Menages, odds is | |
| I' m the best spittin' it, nigga | |
| I' m gettin' it | |
| I admit it | |
| I was watchin' | |
| New Jack City | |
| And in' with, | |
| Uncle Paul got me dying to ball | |
| Everythin' | |
| I talk about | |
| I live itAll you hear these rappers rap about | |
| I really did it | |
| I was designed to hold nines, and grind | |
| Step out of line put you in that white line | |
| Rearrange ya brain ain' t nothin' change | |
| You know the game jet planes and cocaine | |
| And what I say might be held against me | |
| I don' t wanna talk, | |
| I' m the hottest nigga in | |
| New YorkWhat you know about that? | |
| Macs and cash nigga how you love that? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what? | |
| What you know about that? | |
| The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is | |
| What you know about that? | |
| Yacht, Cheddar | |
| Boys, Streets | |
| Lords, truly yours |