[00:00.00] 作词 : Ambrosius, Elizondo, Jones ...
[00:02.94]Artist: Nas f/ The Game
[00:04.18]Album:  Hip Hop is Dead
[00:05.55]Song:   Hustlers
[00:05.93]Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G.
[00:07.99]Nas, he a QB-QB true G
[00:10.36]Do the history
[00:11.29]Way before The Firm, like back in the day
[00:13.73]Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
[00:16.30]So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
[00:19.30]The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
[00:21.79]But we still get together like every several years
[00:24.35]to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
[00:27.34]Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers
[00:29.34]Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
[00:32.72]I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes
[00:35.71]wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
[00:38.46]I like to celebrate, why? - 'cause I can vision
[00:40.83]collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
[00:43.46]So every breath I take, is all about the rules
[00:46.20]It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
[00:49.07]So crack the Patr�, it's on heathens, The God's back
[00:51.94]Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin'
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[00:54.51]Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
[00:56.88]Make that cake, cop two five fivers
[00:59.50]Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
[01:02.25]East to West Coast we riders
[01:04.93]（The Game）
[01:05.37]
[01:16.24]He a Compton-Compton O.G.
[01:17.79]（Mix that with a QB-QB true G）
[01:20.41]（What you got's） A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
[01:23.67]（West Coast kill the tracks） East Coast gunshots
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[01:37.63]1995, eleven years from the day
[01:40.38]I'm in the record shop with choices to make
[01:43.18]"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie
[01:45.74]Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
[01:48.49]So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
[01:51.35]Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
[01:53.55]For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed
[01:56.28]I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
[01:59.35]Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
[02:01.85]Dre was king then so I waited my turn
[02:04.09]Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
[02:05.71]Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned
[02:09.08]So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
[02:12.20]I stopped beefin' with niggaz, 'cause I'm "Ether" to niggaz
[02:14.82]Comb the earth 'til there's no one left
[02:16.81]"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death
[02:20.81]（The Game）
[02:21.81]He a Compton-Compton O.G.
[02:22.55]（Mix that with a QB-QB true G）
[02:24.74]（What you got's） A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
[02:27.49]（West Coast kill the tracks） East Coast gunshots
[02:30.74]Yo, the Jordans sportin'
[02:32.73]Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin'
[02:36.91]The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
[02:39.72]You're sideways talkin', so I lay often
[02:42.47]I wait patient, to duct tape hatin'
[02:44.90]Fuck ass niggaz, get bucked ass niggaz
[02:47.02]Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas
[02:48.83]That's my name and I came with Rugers this time
[02:51.15]And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
[02:55.25]Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm
[02:57.44]You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
[03:01.12]Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin'
[03:03.49]See that's malarky you yappin'
[03:04.49]I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin'
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[03:09.01]Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops
[03:11.76]to a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fuckin' with Doc
[03:14.81]Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
[03:17.12]Make that cake, cop two five fivers
[03:19.86]Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
[03:22.68]East to West Coast we ridin'