| 作词 : Armstrong, Dean, Jordan ... | |
| Win...lose...draw...die | |
| Scarface： | |
| I read the book of revalations | |
| And now i realize we in revalations | |
| And on that note i make this statement | |
| For all the young guns to become one to die young | |
| Because the world is filled with hatred | |
| And they aim to blame our sons | |
| And i done seen down the barrel of a strap before | |
| But i don't wanna die no mo', i fear the reaper | |
| Help us jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness | |
| And deliver us from the hate that cause the madness | |
| I'm glad its installed in me from day one | |
| Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing | |
| And paying for it, god bless your souls, i'll be praying for it | |
| Eventually you'll have your day in court | |
| And i done been a witness to homocide | |
| Seen a whole family die | |
| Before the stones of diamonds in the sky | |
| Through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate | |
| That i've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache | |
| There's a smile on my face | |
| But, that's to keep a man from crying | |
| Cause deep down inside, i know i'm dying | |
| I'm born for it, gon' take some time to getting used to | |
| And satan i know that your listening but i rebuke you | |
| And refuse to let you capture me and kill my will | |
| Just to survive the game of life, win or lose | |
| Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will | |
| To survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die | |
| Chorus (johnny p): | |
| (2x) | |
| Whether we win or lose this life to do or die | |
| But sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why | |
| Dmg: | |
| Open my hands like a book | |
| Years and years me and my notebook | |
| I take a close look | |
| Peep it dread see myself failing | |
| A felon on the verge of 1-8-7 | |
| But i ain't ever wanna do it | |
| 'cause homocide never solved it, | |
| Just momentarily resolved it | |
| We've all been involved in the calling of a loved one | |
| Oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dum-dums | |
| And not begun with some | |
| And they all probably died with none by the gun | |
| That's on the one, two, three and the fo's for life | |
| I slap five on the black hand side | |
| I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter | |
| So i pray to god just for tomorrow | |
| In lieu of the drama i move my momma | |
| But the poverty's prolonging the pain | |
| Plugging my arteries and veins with strains | |
| When i lose in this game | |
| Chorus | |
| Lo-ke: | |
| 12/11/73, a young little huster was born | |
| Torn from my momma's womb in the midst of the storm | |
| Never warned i was going through a world of stress | |
| Never knew that i was born for death, may god bless | |
| My pops died when i was thirteen, i'm still tripping | |
| Forget living, i'm on a suicidal mission | |
| Tears dripping from my eyes as i look up at the sky | |
| Asked the higher power why my old man had to die | |
| It was hard to say goodbye i tried to hide what i feel | |
| Forget the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill) | |
| I'm at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure out | |
| Would i see your smiling face if i commence to dig you out | |
| I'm all about the cheese, i plan to see you once again | |
| But i can't make through the night without commiting a sin | |
| I had to realize there wasn't no friends, backstabbin | |
| I had to watch my own back while i was out mashin' | |
| Closed caption for the hearing impaired | |
| Have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead? | |
| I shed a tear even though i'm not supposed to cry | |
| I can't lie i ain't ready to die, i ain't ready | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Armstrong, Dean, Jordan ... | |
| Win... lose... draw... die | |
| Scarface: | |
| I read the book of revalations | |
| And now i realize we in revalations | |
| And on that note i make this statement | |
| For all the young guns to become one to die young | |
| Because the world is filled with hatred | |
| And they aim to blame our sons | |
| And i done seen down the barrel of a strap before | |
| But i don' t wanna die no mo', i fear the reaper | |
| Help us jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness | |
| And deliver us from the hate that cause the madness | |
| I' m glad its installed in me from day one | |
| Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing | |
| And paying for it, god bless your souls, i' ll be praying for it | |
| Eventually you' ll have your day in court | |
| And i done been a witness to homocide | |
| Seen a whole family die | |
| Before the stones of diamonds in the sky | |
| Through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate | |
| That i' ve trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache | |
| There' s a smile on my face | |
| But, that' s to keep a man from crying | |
| Cause deep down inside, i know i' m dying | |
| I' m born for it, gon' take some time to getting used to | |
| And satan i know that your listening but i rebuke you | |
| And refuse to let you capture me and kill my will | |
| Just to survive the game of life, win or lose | |
| Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will | |
| To survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die | |
| Chorus johnny p: | |
| 2x | |
| Whether we win or lose this life to do or die | |
| But sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why | |
| Dmg: | |
| Open my hands like a book | |
| Years and years me and my notebook | |
| I take a close look | |
| Peep it dread see myself failing | |
| A felon on the verge of 187 | |
| But i ain' t ever wanna do it | |
| ' cause homocide never solved it, | |
| Just momentarily resolved it | |
| We' ve all been involved in the calling of a loved one | |
| Oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dumdums | |
| And not begun with some | |
| And they all probably died with none by the gun | |
| That' s on the one, two, three and the fo' s for life | |
| I slap five on the black hand side | |
| I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter | |
| So i pray to god just for tomorrow | |
| In lieu of the drama i move my momma | |
| But the poverty' s prolonging the pain | |
| Plugging my arteries and veins with strains | |
| When i lose in this game | |
| Chorus | |
| Loke: | |
| 12 11 73, a young little huster was born | |
| Torn from my momma' s womb in the midst of the storm | |
| Never warned i was going through a world of stress | |
| Never knew that i was born for death, may god bless | |
| My pops died when i was thirteen, i' m still tripping | |
| Forget living, i' m on a suicidal mission | |
| Tears dripping from my eyes as i look up at the sky | |
| Asked the higher power why my old man had to die | |
| It was hard to say goodbye i tried to hide what i feel | |
| Forget the wife forget the will naw, chill naw, chill | |
| I' m at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure out | |
| Would i see your smiling face if i commence to dig you out | |
| I' m all about the cheese, i plan to see you once again | |
| But i can' t make through the night without commiting a sin | |
| I had to realize there wasn' t no friends, backstabbin | |
| I had to watch my own back while i was out mashin' | |
| Closed caption for the hearing impaired | |
| Have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead? | |
| I shed a tear even though i' m not supposed to cry | |
| I can' t lie i ain' t ready to die, i ain' t ready | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Armstrong, Dean, Jordan ... | |
| Win... lose... draw... die | |
| Scarface: | |
| I read the book of revalations | |
| And now i realize we in revalations | |
| And on that note i make this statement | |
| For all the young guns to become one to die young | |
| Because the world is filled with hatred | |
| And they aim to blame our sons | |
| And i done seen down the barrel of a strap before | |
| But i don' t wanna die no mo', i fear the reaper | |
| Help us jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness | |
| And deliver us from the hate that cause the madness | |
| I' m glad its installed in me from day one | |
| Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing | |
| And paying for it, god bless your souls, i' ll be praying for it | |
| Eventually you' ll have your day in court | |
| And i done been a witness to homocide | |
| Seen a whole family die | |
| Before the stones of diamonds in the sky | |
| Through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate | |
| That i' ve trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache | |
| There' s a smile on my face | |
| But, that' s to keep a man from crying | |
| Cause deep down inside, i know i' m dying | |
| I' m born for it, gon' take some time to getting used to | |
| And satan i know that your listening but i rebuke you | |
| And refuse to let you capture me and kill my will | |
| Just to survive the game of life, win or lose | |
| Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will | |
| To survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die | |
| Chorus johnny p: | |
| 2x | |
| Whether we win or lose this life to do or die | |
| But sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why | |
| Dmg: | |
| Open my hands like a book | |
| Years and years me and my notebook | |
| I take a close look | |
| Peep it dread see myself failing | |
| A felon on the verge of 187 | |
| But i ain' t ever wanna do it | |
| ' cause homocide never solved it, | |
| Just momentarily resolved it | |
| We' ve all been involved in the calling of a loved one | |
| Oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dumdums | |
| And not begun with some | |
| And they all probably died with none by the gun | |
| That' s on the one, two, three and the fo' s for life | |
| I slap five on the black hand side | |
| I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter | |
| So i pray to god just for tomorrow | |
| In lieu of the drama i move my momma | |
| But the poverty' s prolonging the pain | |
| Plugging my arteries and veins with strains | |
| When i lose in this game | |
| Chorus | |
| Loke: | |
| 12 11 73, a young little huster was born | |
| Torn from my momma' s womb in the midst of the storm | |
| Never warned i was going through a world of stress | |
| Never knew that i was born for death, may god bless | |
| My pops died when i was thirteen, i' m still tripping | |
| Forget living, i' m on a suicidal mission | |
| Tears dripping from my eyes as i look up at the sky | |
| Asked the higher power why my old man had to die | |
| It was hard to say goodbye i tried to hide what i feel | |
| Forget the wife forget the will naw, chill naw, chill | |
| I' m at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure out | |
| Would i see your smiling face if i commence to dig you out | |
| I' m all about the cheese, i plan to see you once again | |
| But i can' t make through the night without commiting a sin | |
| I had to realize there wasn' t no friends, backstabbin | |
| I had to watch my own back while i was out mashin' | |
| Closed caption for the hearing impaired | |
| Have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead? | |
| I shed a tear even though i' m not supposed to cry | |
| I can' t lie i ain' t ready to die, i ain' t ready | |
| Chorus |
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