| 作词 : Fyffe, Grinnage, Joiner ... | |
| (feat. M.O.P.) | |
| Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW! | |
| C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh | |
| M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z) | |
| Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it | |
| One time, X, where you at my nigga? | |
| FIYAHHHH!!!! | |
| [Xzibit] | |
| I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes | |
| Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space | |
| I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject | |
| (MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it | |
| Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously | |
| Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry | |
| From here to infinity, love thy enemy | |
| Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry | |
| All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps | |
| with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC) | |
| Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed | |
| In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS | |
| The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're | |
| heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers | |
| that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to flame 'em | |
| [Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.] | |
| [X] Huh, you want problems I'ma bring 'em to you | |
| [B] We cockin them thangs | |
| [X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you | |
| [B] We ready to bang | |
| [X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? | |
| [B] Watch where you aim | |
| [F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. | |
| From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S) | |
| M.O.P., and X to the Z | |
| is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA) | |
| For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players | |
| I rub you under your face with single-edged razors | |
| Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN | |
| Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT | |
| (From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.) | |
| Persistant and insistant on doin it our way | |
| Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c'mon) | |
| When he comin with them thugs in the van | |
| Double clutch in his hands, my nigga | |
| [Lil' Fame] | |
| Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster | |
| Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters | |
| (YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P | |
| With X to the Z hot, what's happenin? | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Interlude 2X: Xzibit] | |
| Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater | |
| Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later | |
| Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it | |
| Look alive, these streets is complicated | |
| [Lil' Fame] | |
| AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! | |
| You got problems with us? Start poppin | |
| I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it | |
| Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em | |
| Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on 'em | |
| Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em | |
| I send you to God with no shoes | |
| CLUELESS! Real G's run this, we rule this | |
| If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this | |
| (YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin | |
| Streets is my profession, heat in my posession | |
| Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs | |
| say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer! | |
| [Xzibit] | |
| Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was | |
| Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz | |
| Raise the stakes high, I solidify | |
| the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [random ad libs to fade] |
| zuo ci : Fyffe, Grinnage, Joiner ... | |
| feat. M. O. P. | |
| Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW! | |
| C' mon! Yeah, yeahhh yeah yeahhh, yeahhh | |
| M. O. P.! Uhh X to the Z | |
| Yeah baby, that' s right, you know how we do it | |
| One time, X, where you at my nigga? | |
| FIYAHHHH!!!! | |
| Xzibit | |
| I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes | |
| Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space | |
| I got y' all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject | |
| MASH OUT NIGGAZ! Straight from the gutter you love it | |
| Ain' t nothin above it, we stomp y' all religiously | |
| Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry | |
| From here to infinity, love thy enemy | |
| Niggaz got the knowledge but don' t know the chemistry | |
| All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps | |
| with baseball bats ' TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINIMAC | |
| Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed | |
| In black limo tinted SUV' s with Bill | |
| Billy Danze | |
| STILL still WORLD world FAMOUS | |
| The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we' re | |
| heartless and painless, it' s dangerous to strangers | |
| that try to change us, knowin we' re anxious to flame ' em | |
| Chorus 2X: Xzibit M. O. P. | |
| X Huh, you want problems I' ma bring ' em to you | |
| B We cockin them thangs | |
| X Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you | |
| B We ready to bang | |
| X Yeah, you talk impressive, you don' t mean it do you? | |
| B Watch where you aim | |
| F Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga | |
| Billy Danze | |
| You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it' s your man B. D. | |
| From N. Y. C., the N. Y. G. IT' S | |
| M. O. P., and X to the Z | |
| is a friend of our family YEAH MY NIGGA | |
| For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players | |
| I rub you under your face with singleedged razors | |
| Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O. G.' s and REBEL MEN | |
| Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT | |
| From L. A. to B. K., from B. K. to L. A. | |
| Persistant and insistant on doin it our way | |
| Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? c' mon | |
| When he comin with them thugs in the van | |
| Double clutch in his hands, my nigga | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| Make the world flame! Face the Famester, part, Famester | |
| Y' all niggaz akin to God and gangsters | |
| YOU SEE IT! It' s the M dot, to the O dot, to the P | |
| With X to the Z hot, what' s happenin? | |
| Chorus | |
| Interlude 2X: Xzibit | |
| Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater | |
| Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later | |
| Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it | |
| Look alive, these streets is complicated | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! | |
| You got problems with us? Start poppin | |
| I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn' t stop it | |
| Let' s move on ' em aoww must move on ' em | |
| Rush in, gunbustin, black seven plus tools on ' em | |
| Never snooze on ' em, I' m short, haven' t got room for ' em | |
| I send you to God with no shoes | |
| CLUELESS! Real G' s run this, we rule this | |
| If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let' s do this | |
| YES SIR! No question, no halfsteppin | |
| Streets is my profession, heat in my posession | |
| Hollowtips is the answer look around you see the signs | |
| say " NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer! | |
| Xzibit | |
| Yeah cause I' m not I' m not what you thought I was | |
| Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz | |
| Raise the stakes high, I solidify | |
| the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK! | |
| Chorus | |
| random ad libs to fade |
| zuò cí : Fyffe, Grinnage, Joiner ... | |
| feat. M. O. P. | |
| Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW! | |
| C' mon! Yeah, yeahhh yeah yeahhh, yeahhh | |
| M. O. P.! Uhh X to the Z | |
| Yeah baby, that' s right, you know how we do it | |
| One time, X, where you at my nigga? | |
| FIYAHHHH!!!! | |
| Xzibit | |
| I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes | |
| Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space | |
| I got y' all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject | |
| MASH OUT NIGGAZ! Straight from the gutter you love it | |
| Ain' t nothin above it, we stomp y' all religiously | |
| Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry | |
| From here to infinity, love thy enemy | |
| Niggaz got the knowledge but don' t know the chemistry | |
| All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps | |
| with baseball bats ' TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINIMAC | |
| Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed | |
| In black limo tinted SUV' s with Bill | |
| Billy Danze | |
| STILL still WORLD world FAMOUS | |
| The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we' re | |
| heartless and painless, it' s dangerous to strangers | |
| that try to change us, knowin we' re anxious to flame ' em | |
| Chorus 2X: Xzibit M. O. P. | |
| X Huh, you want problems I' ma bring ' em to you | |
| B We cockin them thangs | |
| X Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you | |
| B We ready to bang | |
| X Yeah, you talk impressive, you don' t mean it do you? | |
| B Watch where you aim | |
| F Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga | |
| Billy Danze | |
| You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it' s your man B. D. | |
| From N. Y. C., the N. Y. G. IT' S | |
| M. O. P., and X to the Z | |
| is a friend of our family YEAH MY NIGGA | |
| For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players | |
| I rub you under your face with singleedged razors | |
| Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O. G.' s and REBEL MEN | |
| Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT | |
| From L. A. to B. K., from B. K. to L. A. | |
| Persistant and insistant on doin it our way | |
| Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? c' mon | |
| When he comin with them thugs in the van | |
| Double clutch in his hands, my nigga | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| Make the world flame! Face the Famester, part, Famester | |
| Y' all niggaz akin to God and gangsters | |
| YOU SEE IT! It' s the M dot, to the O dot, to the P | |
| With X to the Z hot, what' s happenin? | |
| Chorus | |
| Interlude 2X: Xzibit | |
| Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater | |
| Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later | |
| Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it | |
| Look alive, these streets is complicated | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! | |
| You got problems with us? Start poppin | |
| I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn' t stop it | |
| Let' s move on ' em aoww must move on ' em | |
| Rush in, gunbustin, black seven plus tools on ' em | |
| Never snooze on ' em, I' m short, haven' t got room for ' em | |
| I send you to God with no shoes | |
| CLUELESS! Real G' s run this, we rule this | |
| If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let' s do this | |
| YES SIR! No question, no halfsteppin | |
| Streets is my profession, heat in my posession | |
| Hollowtips is the answer look around you see the signs | |
| say " NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer! | |
| Xzibit | |
| Yeah cause I' m not I' m not what you thought I was | |
| Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz | |
| Raise the stakes high, I solidify | |
| the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK! | |
| Chorus | |
| random ad libs to fade |
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