| 作曲 : M. Thurston Cox | |
| CheahKnow what this shit sound like right niggas? | |
| That old gun out music in the hood right? | |
| You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga | |
| My niggas is wit' me, we focused man, yeah | |
| Get low in the building, y'know, nigga | |
| Let's do it, c'mon, yo | |
| It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on | |
| Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga | |
| You could pass me to baby's zoo | |
| One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah | |
| Get it clear, now why they lookin' for | |
| SaddamWeapons of mass destruction is here | |
| I got a few in my hood | |
| In case a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could | |
| Or would, pull sket on me | |
| I could show you first hand what's a felony | |
| And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing | |
| I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming | |
| This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game | |
| Entertain you motherfuckers is not why | |
| I cameIt's | |
| R.O.C. and | |
| M.O.P.I wipe floors wit' little niggas for fuckin' wit' my team | |
| My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest | |
| MCBut yo big, tell god | |
| I said naah, 'cuz he throw like a bitch | |
| When he threw it he missed, the niceset | |
| MCs is right here | |
| Why the fuck you throw it over there | |
| The whole rap game turned into a 2- | |
| Pac-a-donGangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and cock in your palm | |
| Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars | |
| Now you got your 2- | |
| Pac costume on | |
| First of all, y'all niggas gon' need more songs | |
| This M.O.P. nigga we put it down | |
| Motherfuckers trying to figure me out | |
| Wanna see what a nigga be 'bout | |
| But if I told ya, | |
| I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last | |
| And the death of my mother you'd probably think | |
| I'm crazy as fuck | |
| Rumor has it that | |
| I'm half past the seventh hour | |
| Naw nigga, | |
| I'm a quarter to eight, | |
| M.O.P.Now let me clear this up for you youngun, | |
| Bill still comin' | |
| The Ville still gunnnin' | |
| Runnin' I come from the | |
| Browns where niggas don't play fair | |
| It's no love lost 'cuz it was never none there | |
| Put me in a position to blast | |
| I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin' for bass | |
| So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you | |
| To small pieces and | |
| FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces | |
| We hold fort, we don't give a fuck about you | |
| Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the shit out you | |
| Bill's, not concerned wit' a turn and it's the shine' | |
| Cuz every step along the line | |
| I'ma take mine, nigga | |
| In '87, I started my career | |
| I'll jump back and get it goin' this year | |
| I live my life, in crime time bitch | |
| And that's about the size of it |
| zuo qu : M. Thurston Cox | |
| CheahKnow what this shit sound like right niggas? | |
| That old gun out music in the hood right? | |
| You hear it nigga, don' t be scared nigga | |
| My niggas is wit' me, we focused man, yeah | |
| Get low in the building, y' know, nigga | |
| Let' s do it, c' mon, yo | |
| It' s gettin' hot so the shorts is on | |
| Gotta tote the snub it' s too warm for the long, nigga | |
| You could pass me to baby' s zoo | |
| One shot' ll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah | |
| Get it clear, now why they lookin' for | |
| SaddamWeapons of mass destruction is here | |
| I got a few in my hood | |
| In case a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could | |
| Or would, pull sket on me | |
| I could show you first hand what' s a felony | |
| And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing | |
| I' m not Sosa, but the dogs is coming | |
| This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game | |
| Entertain you motherfuckers is not why | |
| I cameIt' s | |
| R. O. C. and | |
| M. O. P. I wipe floors wit' little niggas for fuckin' wit' my team | |
| My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest | |
| MCBut yo big, tell god | |
| I said naah, ' cuz he throw like a bitch | |
| When he threw it he missed, the niceset | |
| MCs is right here | |
| Why the fuck you throw it over there | |
| The whole rap game turned into a 2 | |
| PacadonGangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and cock in your palm | |
| Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars | |
| Now you got your 2 | |
| Pac costume on | |
| First of all, y' all niggas gon' need more songs | |
| This M. O. P. nigga we put it down | |
| Motherfuckers trying to figure me out | |
| Wanna see what a nigga be ' bout | |
| But if I told ya, | |
| I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last | |
| And the death of my mother you' d probably think | |
| I' m crazy as fuck | |
| Rumor has it that | |
| I' m half past the seventh hour | |
| Naw nigga, | |
| I' m a quarter to eight, | |
| M. O. P. Now let me clear this up for you youngun, | |
| Bill still comin' | |
| The Ville still gunnnin' | |
| Runnin' I come from the | |
| Browns where niggas don' t play fair | |
| It' s no love lost ' cuz it was never none there | |
| Put me in a position to blast | |
| I' ll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin' for bass | |
| So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you | |
| To small pieces and | |
| FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces | |
| We hold fort, we don' t give a fuck about you | |
| Ask them bouncers we' ll stomp the shit out you | |
| Bill' s, not concerned wit' a turn and it' s the shine' | |
| Cuz every step along the line | |
| I' ma take mine, nigga | |
| In ' 87, I started my career | |
| I' ll jump back and get it goin' this year | |
| I live my life, in crime time bitch | |
| And that' s about the size of it |
| zuò qǔ : M. Thurston Cox | |
| CheahKnow what this shit sound like right niggas? | |
| That old gun out music in the hood right? | |
| You hear it nigga, don' t be scared nigga | |
| My niggas is wit' me, we focused man, yeah | |
| Get low in the building, y' know, nigga | |
| Let' s do it, c' mon, yo | |
| It' s gettin' hot so the shorts is on | |
| Gotta tote the snub it' s too warm for the long, nigga | |
| You could pass me to baby' s zoo | |
| One shot' ll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah | |
| Get it clear, now why they lookin' for | |
| SaddamWeapons of mass destruction is here | |
| I got a few in my hood | |
| In case a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could | |
| Or would, pull sket on me | |
| I could show you first hand what' s a felony | |
| And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing | |
| I' m not Sosa, but the dogs is coming | |
| This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game | |
| Entertain you motherfuckers is not why | |
| I cameIt' s | |
| R. O. C. and | |
| M. O. P. I wipe floors wit' little niggas for fuckin' wit' my team | |
| My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest | |
| MCBut yo big, tell god | |
| I said naah, ' cuz he throw like a bitch | |
| When he threw it he missed, the niceset | |
| MCs is right here | |
| Why the fuck you throw it over there | |
| The whole rap game turned into a 2 | |
| PacadonGangsta boy boppin', with his nuts and cock in your palm | |
| Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars | |
| Now you got your 2 | |
| Pac costume on | |
| First of all, y' all niggas gon' need more songs | |
| This M. O. P. nigga we put it down | |
| Motherfuckers trying to figure me out | |
| Wanna see what a nigga be ' bout | |
| But if I told ya, | |
| I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last | |
| And the death of my mother you' d probably think | |
| I' m crazy as fuck | |
| Rumor has it that | |
| I' m half past the seventh hour | |
| Naw nigga, | |
| I' m a quarter to eight, | |
| M. O. P. Now let me clear this up for you youngun, | |
| Bill still comin' | |
| The Ville still gunnnin' | |
| Runnin' I come from the | |
| Browns where niggas don' t play fair | |
| It' s no love lost ' cuz it was never none there | |
| Put me in a position to blast | |
| I' ll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin' for bass | |
| So once you ramblin', take you, drape you and break you | |
| To small pieces and | |
| FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces | |
| We hold fort, we don' t give a fuck about you | |
| Ask them bouncers we' ll stomp the shit out you | |
| Bill' s, not concerned wit' a turn and it' s the shine' | |
| Cuz every step along the line | |
| I' ma take mine, nigga | |
| In ' 87, I started my career | |
| I' ll jump back and get it goin' this year | |
| I live my life, in crime time bitch | |
| And that' s about the size of it |
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