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作词 : Hunter |
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(Inspectah Deck) |
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Four wheelers, pop the hatchet, blast that hitter |
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Honey times, money hurry, snap that picture |
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I wanna see the walls come down, if ya'll bout it |
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For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert |
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One, two, when I exhale, the one-two |
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Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q. |
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Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley |
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I'm just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy |
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There's so many fraud, how could you call that real? |
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I supply fire that'll forge the steel |
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Can't ignore the real, yeah ya forcedthe deal (With who?) |
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With that *****, that kid, you're sure to feel |
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Big money, big guns, big cars and all |
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Rock tally on the floor, at the Monster's Ball |
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From the 718 to the 310 |
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Underdawgz, U.D,'s, the unsung heroes |
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(Chorus: Inspectah Deck) |
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They see me in the streets they be like (That's that *****) |
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Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that *****) |
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Girls of the world be sayin' (That's that *****) |
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All across the board they goin' (That's that *****) |
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Girls of the world say (That's that *****) |
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All across the board they goin' (That's that *****) |
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They see him in the streets they be like (That's that *****) |
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Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that *****) |
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(Inspectah Deck) |
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The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed |
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Number one with a bullet, that's ****ed to squeeze |
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He's artist of the year, who can touch me son? |
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Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, I've just begun |
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And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game |
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My dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the same |
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In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud |
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Non-believers wonder how I'm talk of the town |
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Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise |
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Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise |
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Now what *****? Only drugs sell quicker |
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Been chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisoner |
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You'll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stash |
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My tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the mass |
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I'm comin' like the taxman for all their business |
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I'm bound by my honor, so ya'll bear witness |
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(Chorus) |
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(Inspectah Deck) |
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A Titan like Steve McNair, be prepared |
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For the Top Gun, smokin' like ***** in the air |
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Please beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yard |
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Postin' hard, approachin' get you closer to God |
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This is real life money, not a scene from a movie |
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U.D.'s tighter than the jeans on a hoochie |
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The groupies crowd the 6 point o |
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If it's like that now, wait til this joint blow |
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Tell the world, the prophet has come, problem for some |
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The masses, holla for son, hot as the sun |
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That keep your eyes open don't you get caught sleepin' |
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Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin' |
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(Chorus) |