| 作曲 : Belnavis, Morales, Roberts ... | |
| It ain't a problem 'til I say it is | |
| Handle my problem, that's the way it is | |
| Always talkin like a bitch but that's the way he is | |
| After the ride, nobody'll know where he is - Triple C! | |
| [Verse 1: Triple C's] | |
| When you serve a cat a couple of times | |
| Knowin he serve in a couple of towns | |
| Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval | |
| It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort | |
| Classy nigga walkin 'round with stacks | |
| But I'm gettin word that he talkin behind my back | |
| Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention | |
| He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin | |
| Tell him all your cars, makes and models | |
| Tell him how you on steaks and bottles | |
| Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday | |
| How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight | |
| He done told a nigga all your routes | |
| And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out | |
| Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out | |
| That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2: Triple C's] | |
| Nigga please! You ain't a cap peeler | |
| Save that [?] for your bathroom mirror | |
| No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons | |
| Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers | |
| Triple C stamp the trillest | |
| I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is | |
| Them hoes stay at the billets[?] | |
| And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million | |
| A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider | |
| Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it | |
| I told ya - flow so cold, below frozen | |
| Like ice water over the Pro Tools | |
| But that's old news, update the topic | |
| What makes the prophet cut cake in projects | |
| I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is | |
| Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3: Torch] | |
| Nigga I'm fresh out | |
| Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out | |
| Jail ain't rehabilitate shit! | |
| Killers and dealers all I affiliate with | |
| Retaliate[?] and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff | |
| And we ain't playin freeze tag, you better dip | |
| Chop soundin like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry | |
| So I'm robbin moms for that wake money | |
| It's Torch, you get a bomb from me - you wan' play? | |
| I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin | |
| Name 'em - ain't a problem 'til I say it is | |
| Miss a payment I'll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit | |
| Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets | |
| Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean | |
| Meanin it's comin too, nigga what you wanna do? | |
| I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro] | |
| Y'all niggaz know who this is | |
| Nigga this is the homey nigga | |
| Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga | |
| Y'all niggaz see us in the club | |
| Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga | |
| But y'all niggaz already know nigga | |
| Triple C's nigga, and we out |
| zuo qu : Belnavis, Morales, Roberts ... | |
| It ain' t a problem ' til I say it is | |
| Handle my problem, that' s the way it is | |
| Always talkin like a bitch but that' s the way he is | |
| After the ride, nobody' ll know where he is Triple C! | |
| Verse 1: Triple C' s | |
| When you serve a cat a couple of times | |
| Knowin he serve in a couple of towns | |
| Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval | |
| It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too hort | |
| Classy nigga walkin ' round with stacks | |
| But I' m gettin word that he talkin behind my back | |
| Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention | |
| He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin | |
| Tell him all your cars, makes and models | |
| Tell him how you on steaks and bottles | |
| Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday | |
| How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight | |
| He done told a nigga all your routes | |
| And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out | |
| Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out | |
| That' s what killers about, that' s what niggaz allow remember | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: Triple C' s | |
| Nigga please! You ain' t a cap peeler | |
| Save that ? for your bathroom mirror | |
| No platoon dealer you niggaz baboons | |
| Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers | |
| Triple C stamp the trillest | |
| I got B' s I' ma spend it, I don' t care what the bill is | |
| Them hoes stay at the billets? | |
| And when they ask what year I tell ' em two thousand two million | |
| A rider without a motor, you got it right I' m a solider | |
| Long as it' s loaded I' ma tote it | |
| I told ya flow so cold, below frozen | |
| Like ice water over the Pro Tools | |
| But that' s old news, update the topic | |
| What makes the prophet cut cake in projects | |
| I' ma show him how cupcake his squad is | |
| Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Torch | |
| Nigga I' m fresh out | |
| Beef it really ain' t a problem, one call, half of your boys X' d out | |
| Jail ain' t rehabilitate shit! | |
| Killers and dealers all I affiliate with | |
| Retaliate? and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff | |
| And we ain' t playin freeze tag, you better dip | |
| Chop soundin like a speed bag, that' s it, set a date money I' m hungry | |
| So I' m robbin moms for that wake money | |
| It' s Torch, you get a bomb from me you wan' play? | |
| I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin | |
| Name ' em ain' t a problem ' til I say it is | |
| Miss a payment I' ll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit | |
| Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets | |
| Chains and the flat screen, shawty that ' llac mean | |
| Meanin it' s comin too, nigga what you wanna do? | |
| I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Y' all niggaz know who this is | |
| Nigga this is the homey nigga | |
| Y' all niggaz don' t want no problems nigga | |
| Y' all niggaz see us in the club | |
| Y' all be havin y' all gorillas nigga | |
| But y' all niggaz already know nigga | |
| Triple C' s nigga, and we out |
| zuò qǔ : Belnavis, Morales, Roberts ... | |
| It ain' t a problem ' til I say it is | |
| Handle my problem, that' s the way it is | |
| Always talkin like a bitch but that' s the way he is | |
| After the ride, nobody' ll know where he is Triple C! | |
| Verse 1: Triple C' s | |
| When you serve a cat a couple of times | |
| Knowin he serve in a couple of towns | |
| Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval | |
| It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too hort | |
| Classy nigga walkin ' round with stacks | |
| But I' m gettin word that he talkin behind my back | |
| Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention | |
| He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin | |
| Tell him all your cars, makes and models | |
| Tell him how you on steaks and bottles | |
| Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday | |
| How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight | |
| He done told a nigga all your routes | |
| And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out | |
| Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out | |
| That' s what killers about, that' s what niggaz allow remember | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: Triple C' s | |
| Nigga please! You ain' t a cap peeler | |
| Save that ? for your bathroom mirror | |
| No platoon dealer you niggaz baboons | |
| Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers | |
| Triple C stamp the trillest | |
| I got B' s I' ma spend it, I don' t care what the bill is | |
| Them hoes stay at the billets? | |
| And when they ask what year I tell ' em two thousand two million | |
| A rider without a motor, you got it right I' m a solider | |
| Long as it' s loaded I' ma tote it | |
| I told ya flow so cold, below frozen | |
| Like ice water over the Pro Tools | |
| But that' s old news, update the topic | |
| What makes the prophet cut cake in projects | |
| I' ma show him how cupcake his squad is | |
| Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Torch | |
| Nigga I' m fresh out | |
| Beef it really ain' t a problem, one call, half of your boys X' d out | |
| Jail ain' t rehabilitate shit! | |
| Killers and dealers all I affiliate with | |
| Retaliate? and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff | |
| And we ain' t playin freeze tag, you better dip | |
| Chop soundin like a speed bag, that' s it, set a date money I' m hungry | |
| So I' m robbin moms for that wake money | |
| It' s Torch, you get a bomb from me you wan' play? | |
| I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin | |
| Name ' em ain' t a problem ' til I say it is | |
| Miss a payment I' ll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit | |
| Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets | |
| Chains and the flat screen, shawty that ' llac mean | |
| Meanin it' s comin too, nigga what you wanna do? | |
| I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Y' all niggaz know who this is | |
| Nigga this is the homey nigga | |
| Y' all niggaz don' t want no problems nigga | |
| Y' all niggaz see us in the club | |
| Y' all be havin y' all gorillas nigga | |
| But y' all niggaz already know nigga | |
| Triple C' s nigga, and we out |
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