| 作词 : Betha, Boxley, Chavez, Ciccone ... | |
| Hey yo, dogs, for real? | |
| I'm yo' man but you got the address up' | |
| Cuz now you got chicks talk, what the fuck | |
| What the fuck, what the fuck | |
| You know somebody swung on me and cut me?(Come on, come on, come on) | |
| You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?(Come on, come on, come on) | |
| Is they stoppin' my money?(Come on, come on, come on) | |
| Then it ain't no problem here(Come on, come on, come on) | |
| C'mon, I ain't wit that man(Yeah, what, what) | |
| Just throw my | |
| B back onYo, yo, yo | |
| You know my mission ain't complete' | |
| Til I hit the city with a 600 | |
| JeepHardest nigga from | |
| All Out you wanna meet | |
| Hash in the dash with heat under the seat | |
| Chased Kate 52 states straight | |
| But still ain't nothin' sweet | |
| I took a year off to let the young nigga's eat | |
| Everybody wit' me want bucks | |
| Walk around platinum linked up | |
| With money like | |
| Brink trucks | |
| Shit get too hot? | |
| Puff, put the minks up | |
| Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it's summertime | |
| All out tattoo's over wife beaters | |
| Get mail Branson, never buy reefer | |
| Bentley five seater, it's all for real | |
| First rapper to close down a mall with a mil' | |
| The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt | |
| Plus the money so | |
| I'm on nigga one | |
| Talk to me | |
| If you don't fuck with me | |
| Like I don't fuck with you | |
| It ain't much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don't fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don't fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| Don't take much to wake up, taped up | |
| Fuck the district, | |
| I live in | |
| JacobHit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up | |
| See me without | |
| Puff, try to get your weight up, uh | |
| Ain't nuttin' between you and me | |
| And on the real, nuttin' you could do wit' me | |
| I got cash that'll fund your leave | |
| You'll pull that hoodie over your head | |
| And put five in your | |
| CeasarDoubt me now and die a believer | |
| Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver | |
| When the war's on, put your gloves and your | |
| Gore's onTeflon hard hat nigga, put it all on | |
| Beef no more that's what other nigga's for | |
| I got a fam' that love to go to war | |
| Love to get locked up, love pickin' the odds up | |
| Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up | |
| I'm from a town where kids could pop up | |
| Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up | |
| I'll come and run your block, knowin' you got popped up | |
| Arms are rocked up, | |
| Bentley wit' the top up | |
| Uh, you don't stop, come on | |
| If you don't fuck with me | |
| Like I don't fuck with you | |
| It ain't much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don't fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don't fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| Yo, one, two, three, four | |
| Everybody on the floor | |
| You see grams, | |
| I'mma see craters | |
| By the time you see land | |
| I'mma see acres | |
| Drop another | |
| CD just to see paper | |
| And before you see me you'll see the maker | |
| All I see is more chances, more advances | |
| More houses, no spouses, more beaches | |
| Wild thugs around me and no leechin' | |
| When they gun's out playa, there'll be no reachin' | |
| Ballin' in | |
| Dirty South wit' no creases | |
| And all I see is more | |
| F-in' iced out | |
| Jesus pieces | |
| The rock over | |
| Sean John fleeces | |
| You never love the money like we love it | |
| Pay the chick sucka and let her teeth touch it | |
| All out, bad boy forever | |
| The movement, what | |
| If you don't fuck with me | |
| Like I don't fuck with you | |
| It ain't much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don't fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don't fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| If you don't fuck with me | |
| Like I don't fuck with you | |
| It ain't much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don't fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don't fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way |
| zuo ci : Betha, Boxley, Chavez, Ciccone ... | |
| Hey yo, dogs, for real? | |
| I' m yo' man but you got the address up' | |
| Cuz now you got chicks talk, what the fuck | |
| What the fuck, what the fuck | |
| You know somebody swung on me and cut me? Come on, come on, come on | |
| You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me? Come on, come on, come on | |
| Is they stoppin' my money? Come on, come on, come on | |
| Then it ain' t no problem here Come on, come on, come on | |
| C' mon, I ain' t wit that man Yeah, what, what | |
| Just throw my | |
| B back onYo, yo, yo | |
| You know my mission ain' t complete' | |
| Til I hit the city with a 600 | |
| JeepHardest nigga from | |
| All Out you wanna meet | |
| Hash in the dash with heat under the seat | |
| Chased Kate 52 states straight | |
| But still ain' t nothin' sweet | |
| I took a year off to let the young nigga' s eat | |
| Everybody wit' me want bucks | |
| Walk around platinum linked up | |
| With money like | |
| Brink trucks | |
| Shit get too hot? | |
| Puff, put the minks up | |
| Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it' s summertime | |
| All out tattoo' s over wife beaters | |
| Get mail Branson, never buy reefer | |
| Bentley five seater, it' s all for real | |
| First rapper to close down a mall with a mil' | |
| The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt | |
| Plus the money so | |
| I' m on nigga one | |
| Talk to me | |
| If you don' t fuck with me | |
| Like I don' t fuck with you | |
| It ain' t much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don' t fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| Don' t take much to wake up, taped up | |
| Fuck the district, | |
| I live in | |
| JacobHit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up | |
| See me without | |
| Puff, try to get your weight up, uh | |
| Ain' t nuttin' between you and me | |
| And on the real, nuttin' you could do wit' me | |
| I got cash that' ll fund your leave | |
| You' ll pull that hoodie over your head | |
| And put five in your | |
| CeasarDoubt me now and die a believer | |
| Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver | |
| When the war' s on, put your gloves and your | |
| Gore' s onTeflon hard hat nigga, put it all on | |
| Beef no more that' s what other nigga' s for | |
| I got a fam' that love to go to war | |
| Love to get locked up, love pickin' the odds up | |
| Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up | |
| I' m from a town where kids could pop up | |
| Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up | |
| I' ll come and run your block, knowin' you got popped up | |
| Arms are rocked up, | |
| Bentley wit' the top up | |
| Uh, you don' t stop, come on | |
| If you don' t fuck with me | |
| Like I don' t fuck with you | |
| It ain' t much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don' t fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| Yo, one, two, three, four | |
| Everybody on the floor | |
| You see grams, | |
| I' mma see craters | |
| By the time you see land | |
| I' mma see acres | |
| Drop another | |
| CD just to see paper | |
| And before you see me you' ll see the maker | |
| All I see is more chances, more advances | |
| More houses, no spouses, more beaches | |
| Wild thugs around me and no leechin' | |
| When they gun' s out playa, there' ll be no reachin' | |
| Ballin' in | |
| Dirty South wit' no creases | |
| And all I see is more | |
| Fin' iced out | |
| Jesus pieces | |
| The rock over | |
| Sean John fleeces | |
| You never love the money like we love it | |
| Pay the chick sucka and let her teeth touch it | |
| All out, bad boy forever | |
| The movement, what | |
| If you don' t fuck with me | |
| Like I don' t fuck with you | |
| It ain' t much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don' t fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| If you don' t fuck with me | |
| Like I don' t fuck with you | |
| It ain' t much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don' t fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way |
| zuò cí : Betha, Boxley, Chavez, Ciccone ... | |
| Hey yo, dogs, for real? | |
| I' m yo' man but you got the address up' | |
| Cuz now you got chicks talk, what the fuck | |
| What the fuck, what the fuck | |
| You know somebody swung on me and cut me? Come on, come on, come on | |
| You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me? Come on, come on, come on | |
| Is they stoppin' my money? Come on, come on, come on | |
| Then it ain' t no problem here Come on, come on, come on | |
| C' mon, I ain' t wit that man Yeah, what, what | |
| Just throw my | |
| B back onYo, yo, yo | |
| You know my mission ain' t complete' | |
| Til I hit the city with a 600 | |
| JeepHardest nigga from | |
| All Out you wanna meet | |
| Hash in the dash with heat under the seat | |
| Chased Kate 52 states straight | |
| But still ain' t nothin' sweet | |
| I took a year off to let the young nigga' s eat | |
| Everybody wit' me want bucks | |
| Walk around platinum linked up | |
| With money like | |
| Brink trucks | |
| Shit get too hot? | |
| Puff, put the minks up | |
| Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it' s summertime | |
| All out tattoo' s over wife beaters | |
| Get mail Branson, never buy reefer | |
| Bentley five seater, it' s all for real | |
| First rapper to close down a mall with a mil' | |
| The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt | |
| Plus the money so | |
| I' m on nigga one | |
| Talk to me | |
| If you don' t fuck with me | |
| Like I don' t fuck with you | |
| It ain' t much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don' t fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| Don' t take much to wake up, taped up | |
| Fuck the district, | |
| I live in | |
| JacobHit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up | |
| See me without | |
| Puff, try to get your weight up, uh | |
| Ain' t nuttin' between you and me | |
| And on the real, nuttin' you could do wit' me | |
| I got cash that' ll fund your leave | |
| You' ll pull that hoodie over your head | |
| And put five in your | |
| CeasarDoubt me now and die a believer | |
| Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver | |
| When the war' s on, put your gloves and your | |
| Gore' s onTeflon hard hat nigga, put it all on | |
| Beef no more that' s what other nigga' s for | |
| I got a fam' that love to go to war | |
| Love to get locked up, love pickin' the odds up | |
| Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up | |
| I' m from a town where kids could pop up | |
| Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up | |
| I' ll come and run your block, knowin' you got popped up | |
| Arms are rocked up, | |
| Bentley wit' the top up | |
| Uh, you don' t stop, come on | |
| If you don' t fuck with me | |
| Like I don' t fuck with you | |
| It ain' t much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don' t fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| Yo, one, two, three, four | |
| Everybody on the floor | |
| You see grams, | |
| I' mma see craters | |
| By the time you see land | |
| I' mma see acres | |
| Drop another | |
| CD just to see paper | |
| And before you see me you' ll see the maker | |
| All I see is more chances, more advances | |
| More houses, no spouses, more beaches | |
| Wild thugs around me and no leechin' | |
| When they gun' s out playa, there' ll be no reachin' | |
| Ballin' in | |
| Dirty South wit' no creases | |
| And all I see is more | |
| Fin' iced out | |
| Jesus pieces | |
| The rock over | |
| Sean John fleeces | |
| You never love the money like we love it | |
| Pay the chick sucka and let her teeth touch it | |
| All out, bad boy forever | |
| The movement, what | |
| If you don' t fuck with me | |
| Like I don' t fuck with you | |
| It ain' t much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don' t fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way | |
| If you don' t fuck with me | |
| Like I don' t fuck with you | |
| It ain' t much for us to talk about' | |
| Cuz you don' t fuck with me | |
| And you know | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So all I can say is stay out my way |
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