| 作曲 : Bowser, Freeman, Grisby ... | |
| Hold up, Mddl | |
| Fngz up***** | |
| Ass *****s | |
| Down ***** | |
| Htown texas stand up | |
| Southwest, sunnyside, | |
| PA we up in here baby | |
| Holla, know'm talking bout[Bun B] | |
| Say, ***** u can't run, ***** u can't hide | |
| Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride | |
| Blow out your insides and leave you to rot | |
| Cause when we give it to u ***** we give u all that we've got | |
| Now all it takes is one shot to put your ass in a ditch | |
| But you gon' get the other 49 for bein' a ***** | |
| Go to war with the big men when it makes no sense to | |
| Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you | |
| Ain't no movie, your baby mama, teachers and your kids | |
| Everybody finna get it for the *****t that u did | |
| So when I get to your crib, better come out swingin | |
| Cause the devil ain't even ready for this hell | |
| I'm bringin | |
| We don't want no **** | |
| We don't want no cash | |
| We don't want no excuses | |
| We just want your ass | |
| So when that front door crash, and u see them soldiers | |
| When that gun go blast, don't say | |
| Bun didn't told ya[Chorus 2x] | |
| If I I pull it out my pocket, be the first one to bust, | |
| We ain't playin wit u hoes | |
| Retaliation is a must | |
| First ***** make a move, first ***** hit the dutch[Mddl Fngz] | |
| Yeahh, now | |
| I stand on my two feet, | |
| One playa, two heats20 shot, hollow heads, ***** give me the loose leaf | |
| ***** beef | |
| I got a K for *****s | |
| In spots the law won't find u for days my *****s | |
| Southside young playa full of plots and scams | |
| Show ya how to get cha overs up and lock the grams | |
| Boys know me in the hood, but not for rappin' | |
| Back street trappin', front line, ya boys a captain | |
| First ***** to shot, | |
| I ain't tryna talk, | |
| Bring the heat to the hospital and finish u off | |
| No life is a come up, when | |
| I'm rollin with my gun up | |
| Don't get ya ***** gun, but ***** what u want, what? | |
| And ain't *****t to get ya family touched | |
| Catch auntie on the bus, and pop her ass like a clutch ***** | |
| I'm in the game cause | |
| I love the rush, | |
| Love to bust | |
| This fans money never enough *****[Chorus 2x][Mddl Fngz]45 in the rova, the k is on my shoulder | |
| Pop your ***** ass, then | |
| I go and smoke it over | |
| *****s gettin' older, but thugs is comin younger | |
| So just in case u wonder, | |
| I keep a (?) up under | |
| Cause ***** u a blunder | |
| Got rock by the thunder | |
| Cryin to Bun, but he the reason that we done ya | |
| Gave us the word, said we keep the bird | |
| Leavin is for nerds, | |
| I put your brain on the curb, *****a | |
| Pull ya piece *****, and watch ya rest it | |
| Come to this clip game, ***** | |
| I'm the best in it | |
| The white flag u wavin, now it's on ***** please | |
| All your love ones houses lookin like swiss cheese | |
| Tried to let your ass make it, but your ass act a fool | |
| Now the HK, the | |
| AK and the | |
| AR is the tools | |
| All your homeboys gone and them hoes won't help | |
| So tell ya mom and your sister break out the black dress[Chorus 2x] |
| zuo qu : Bowser, Freeman, Grisby ... | |
| Hold up, Mddl | |
| Fngz up | |
| Ass s | |
| Down | |
| Htown texas stand up | |
| Southwest, sunnyside, | |
| PA we up in here baby | |
| Holla, know' m talking bout Bun B | |
| Say, u can' t run, u can' t hide | |
| Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride | |
| Blow out your insides and leave you to rot | |
| Cause when we give it to u we give u all that we' ve got | |
| Now all it takes is one shot to put your ass in a ditch | |
| But you gon' get the other 49 for bein' a | |
| Go to war with the big men when it makes no sense to | |
| Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you | |
| Ain' t no movie, your baby mama, teachers and your kids | |
| Everybody finna get it for the t that u did | |
| So when I get to your crib, better come out swingin | |
| Cause the devil ain' t even ready for this hell | |
| I' m bringin | |
| We don' t want no | |
| We don' t want no cash | |
| We don' t want no excuses | |
| We just want your ass | |
| So when that front door crash, and u see them soldiers | |
| When that gun go blast, don' t say | |
| Bun didn' t told ya Chorus 2x | |
| If I I pull it out my pocket, be the first one to bust, | |
| We ain' t playin wit u hoes | |
| Retaliation is a must | |
| First make a move, first hit the dutch Mddl Fngz | |
| Yeahh, now | |
| I stand on my two feet, | |
| One playa, two heats20 shot, hollow heads, give me the loose leaf | |
| beef | |
| I got a K for s | |
| In spots the law won' t find u for days my s | |
| Southside young playa full of plots and scams | |
| Show ya how to get cha overs up and lock the grams | |
| Boys know me in the hood, but not for rappin' | |
| Back street trappin', front line, ya boys a captain | |
| First to shot, | |
| I ain' t tryna talk, | |
| Bring the heat to the hospital and finish u off | |
| No life is a come up, when | |
| I' m rollin with my gun up | |
| Don' t get ya gun, but what u want, what? | |
| And ain' t t to get ya family touched | |
| Catch auntie on the bus, and pop her ass like a clutch | |
| I' m in the game cause | |
| I love the rush, | |
| Love to bust | |
| This fans money never enough Chorus 2x Mddl Fngz 45 in the rova, the k is on my shoulder | |
| Pop your ass, then | |
| I go and smoke it over | |
| s gettin' older, but thugs is comin younger | |
| So just in case u wonder, | |
| I keep a ? up under | |
| Cause u a blunder | |
| Got rock by the thunder | |
| Cryin to Bun, but he the reason that we done ya | |
| Gave us the word, said we keep the bird | |
| Leavin is for nerds, | |
| I put your brain on the curb, a | |
| Pull ya piece , and watch ya rest it | |
| Come to this clip game, | |
| I' m the best in it | |
| The white flag u wavin, now it' s on please | |
| All your love ones houses lookin like swiss cheese | |
| Tried to let your ass make it, but your ass act a fool | |
| Now the HK, the | |
| AK and the | |
| AR is the tools | |
| All your homeboys gone and them hoes won' t help | |
| So tell ya mom and your sister break out the black dress Chorus 2x |
| zuò qǔ : Bowser, Freeman, Grisby ... | |
| Hold up, Mddl | |
| Fngz up | |
| Ass s | |
| Down | |
| Htown texas stand up | |
| Southwest, sunnyside, | |
| PA we up in here baby | |
| Holla, know' m talking bout Bun B | |
| Say, u can' t run, u can' t hide | |
| Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride | |
| Blow out your insides and leave you to rot | |
| Cause when we give it to u we give u all that we' ve got | |
| Now all it takes is one shot to put your ass in a ditch | |
| But you gon' get the other 49 for bein' a | |
| Go to war with the big men when it makes no sense to | |
| Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you | |
| Ain' t no movie, your baby mama, teachers and your kids | |
| Everybody finna get it for the t that u did | |
| So when I get to your crib, better come out swingin | |
| Cause the devil ain' t even ready for this hell | |
| I' m bringin | |
| We don' t want no | |
| We don' t want no cash | |
| We don' t want no excuses | |
| We just want your ass | |
| So when that front door crash, and u see them soldiers | |
| When that gun go blast, don' t say | |
| Bun didn' t told ya Chorus 2x | |
| If I I pull it out my pocket, be the first one to bust, | |
| We ain' t playin wit u hoes | |
| Retaliation is a must | |
| First make a move, first hit the dutch Mddl Fngz | |
| Yeahh, now | |
| I stand on my two feet, | |
| One playa, two heats20 shot, hollow heads, give me the loose leaf | |
| beef | |
| I got a K for s | |
| In spots the law won' t find u for days my s | |
| Southside young playa full of plots and scams | |
| Show ya how to get cha overs up and lock the grams | |
| Boys know me in the hood, but not for rappin' | |
| Back street trappin', front line, ya boys a captain | |
| First to shot, | |
| I ain' t tryna talk, | |
| Bring the heat to the hospital and finish u off | |
| No life is a come up, when | |
| I' m rollin with my gun up | |
| Don' t get ya gun, but what u want, what? | |
| And ain' t t to get ya family touched | |
| Catch auntie on the bus, and pop her ass like a clutch | |
| I' m in the game cause | |
| I love the rush, | |
| Love to bust | |
| This fans money never enough Chorus 2x Mddl Fngz 45 in the rova, the k is on my shoulder | |
| Pop your ass, then | |
| I go and smoke it over | |
| s gettin' older, but thugs is comin younger | |
| So just in case u wonder, | |
| I keep a ? up under | |
| Cause u a blunder | |
| Got rock by the thunder | |
| Cryin to Bun, but he the reason that we done ya | |
| Gave us the word, said we keep the bird | |
| Leavin is for nerds, | |
| I put your brain on the curb, a | |
| Pull ya piece , and watch ya rest it | |
| Come to this clip game, | |
| I' m the best in it | |
| The white flag u wavin, now it' s on please | |
| All your love ones houses lookin like swiss cheese | |
| Tried to let your ass make it, but your ass act a fool | |
| Now the HK, the | |
| AK and the | |
| AR is the tools | |
| All your homeboys gone and them hoes won' t help | |
| So tell ya mom and your sister break out the black dress Chorus 2x |
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