[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bridges, Dean
[00:01.00] 作词 : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/DEAN, KASEEM
[00:11.73](Oh no ) I caught him with a blow to the chest
[00:15.04](Oh no ) my hollow put a hole in his vest
[00:17.60](Oh no ) I'm bout to send two to his dome
[00:20.60](Oh no ) cry babies go home
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[00:34.93]I got people scared as f**k like when condoms break
[00:37.81]Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
[00:40.62]So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
[00:43.18]You frostin' like a flake and ludacris feels grrreat
[00:46.69]Who want come face me  face come want who
[00:49.56]And women give me face until they're face turns blue
[00:52.56]They can't breathe  dick to mouth recessatation
[00:55.31]A tight squeeze witch stops the lengthy conversations
[00:58.25]I playstations  duck cops and lose agents
[01:01.18]I'm doctor love  i close curtains and f**k patients
[01:04.00]When i kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme
[01:06.75]My black ass is so hungry i'll take a bite out of crime
[01:09.87]And it'll hurt if i swallow  but even more if i choke
[01:12.56]Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that i smoke
[01:15.44]You see i crush cowards  funerals i'll send flowers
[01:18.46]And i'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour
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[01:44.54]You see i'm ambidextrous i slap ass with both hands
[01:47.54]Delete your first steps  but i'll save the last dance
[01:50.29]I just bought some new guns my mama said it ain't worth it
[01:53.67]But i'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferct
[01:56.23]Bullseye  i stunt growth and stop lives
[01:58.98]You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
[02:02.17]Bok bok bok i'm shakin your tale feathers
[02:04.79]I got big balls  i'm a sac king like chris webber
[02:07.86]Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
[02:10.79]When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
[02:13.55]My cars got big tvs and satellites
[02:16.10]I got a wheel of fortune 'cause i flip hoes like Vanna White
[02:19.29]And the servey says  (kill a mutha f**ka now)
[02:21.98]Could it be off with his head  (or shoot a mutha f**ka down)
[02:24.73]Ground round  ground chuck your ground beef
[02:27.80]Bullets gather round then i shoot rounds around teeth
[02:53.71]I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
[02:56.84]And they wouldn't even box if i gave 'em a flat top
[02:59.90]You punks pucker and pout  bicker and babble
[03:02.59]Now they all lost for words like i beat 'em in scrabble
[03:05.46]You see i'm from a small town called fresh out a cop's ass
[03:09.02]Where mr  head-potatoes are skinned and get mashed
[03:11.46]I smell puss from fifty yards
[03:13.15]Y'all not playin with full decks as if
[03:15.26]I jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards
[03:17.46]Catch me in vegas spendin' the green
[03:19.90]I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
[03:22.59]Then you can catch me in rome makin some brauds and sticking 'em
[03:26.28]And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em
[03:29.15]A drug dealer's dream  so fresh and i'm so clean
[03:31.90]I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
[03:34.46]So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
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[03:38.06]Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies
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