Allah U Akbar Lyrics
| Song | Allah U Akbar |
| Artist | Brand Nubian |
| Album | In God We Trust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dechalus, Murphy, Murphy D. | |
| Verse one：sadat x | |
| This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free | |
| But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree | |
| The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah | |
| Give the question, i'm tired of brothers guessin | |
| The nubian brought the x a lot of fame | |
| But wouldn't it be a shame if it all up and ended | |
| That ain't the plan i had and shit like that ain't intended | |
| For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants | |
| Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance | |
| Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac | |
| I got a three-oh, so p.o. step back | |
| I'm with the uptown baldies, kids that were lords | |
| Kick for kids that's paid, i kick for kids with no funds | |
| Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses | |
| Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks | |
| Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof | |
| New york i got the grip, i told ya i told ya | |
| This means war, as if by sister souljah | |
| To think that the x would ever take a fall | |
| After gettin all of this, man you're crazy | |
| The only way i'd fall is if i got fat and lazy | |
| And i won't cause i work real hard | |
| Wake up in the morning at the hour of god and make beats | |
| Later hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweets | |
| So all y'all been told, black youth essential | |
| From the hard urban blocks of now rule residential | |
| That the god, rocks real hard | |
| Verse two: lord jamar | |
| God damn right, the l-o-r-d, j-a-m-a-r | |
| Says peace and allah u akbar | |
| Back like a motherfuckin head to crack | |
| Brand nubian tracks are filled with black facts | |
| Now i ain't humpty dumpty chump, see | |
| I ain't fallin, you can go call in | |
| All the king's horses and all the king's men | |
| Try to knock me off you never see another day again | |
| My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready | |
| And my scope with the laser beam steady | |
| So if you're feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck | |
| How could i kill a man, well i just don't give a fuck, so | |
| Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock | |
| With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten | |
| We're bound to win, cause god don't like ugly | |
| You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged g | |
| I don't wanna be the man, i just wanna make jams | |
| Cuttin sharp like edward scissorhands | |
| It's ninety-two and of course we grew seeds | |
| They're planted like a farmer, so let's reap what we sew | |
| And if you're thinking that we're a hoe in the game | |
| We gettin wreck to your brain |
| zuo ci : Dechalus, Murphy, Murphy D. | |
| Verse one: sadat x | |
| This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free | |
| But y' all know it' s me or could you tell by the spree | |
| The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah | |
| Give the question, i' m tired of brothers guessin | |
| The nubian brought the x a lot of fame | |
| But wouldn' t it be a shame if it all up and ended | |
| That ain' t the plan i had and shit like that ain' t intended | |
| For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants | |
| Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance | |
| Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac | |
| I got a threeoh, so p. o. step back | |
| I' m with the uptown baldies, kids that were lords | |
| Kick for kids that' s paid, i kick for kids with no funds | |
| Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses | |
| Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks | |
| Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof | |
| New york i got the grip, i told ya i told ya | |
| This means war, as if by sister souljah | |
| To think that the x would ever take a fall | |
| After gettin all of this, man you' re crazy | |
| The only way i' d fall is if i got fat and lazy | |
| And i won' t cause i work real hard | |
| Wake up in the morning at the hour of god and make beats | |
| Later hit the streets for some fortyfifth sweets | |
| So all y' all been told, black youth essential | |
| From the hard urban blocks of now rule residential | |
| That the god, rocks real hard | |
| Verse two: lord jamar | |
| God damn right, the lord, jamar | |
| Says peace and allah u akbar | |
| Back like a motherfuckin head to crack | |
| Brand nubian tracks are filled with black facts | |
| Now i ain' t humpty dumpty chump, see | |
| I ain' t fallin, you can go call in | |
| All the king' s horses and all the king' s men | |
| Try to knock me off you never see another day again | |
| My seventwentyonefourteen' s ready | |
| And my scope with the laser beam steady | |
| So if you' re feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck | |
| How could i kill a man, well i just don' t give a fuck, so | |
| Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock | |
| With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten | |
| We' re bound to win, cause god don' t like ugly | |
| You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged g | |
| I don' t wanna be the man, i just wanna make jams | |
| Cuttin sharp like edward scissorhands | |
| It' s ninetytwo and of course we grew seeds | |
| They' re planted like a farmer, so let' s reap what we sew | |
| And if you' re thinking that we' re a hoe in the game | |
| We gettin wreck to your brain |
| zuò cí : Dechalus, Murphy, Murphy D. | |
| Verse one: sadat x | |
| This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free | |
| But y' all know it' s me or could you tell by the spree | |
| The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah | |
| Give the question, i' m tired of brothers guessin | |
| The nubian brought the x a lot of fame | |
| But wouldn' t it be a shame if it all up and ended | |
| That ain' t the plan i had and shit like that ain' t intended | |
| For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants | |
| Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance | |
| Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac | |
| I got a threeoh, so p. o. step back | |
| I' m with the uptown baldies, kids that were lords | |
| Kick for kids that' s paid, i kick for kids with no funds | |
| Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glasses | |
| Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks | |
| Wanna know the truth, so they flock to my roof | |
| New york i got the grip, i told ya i told ya | |
| This means war, as if by sister souljah | |
| To think that the x would ever take a fall | |
| After gettin all of this, man you' re crazy | |
| The only way i' d fall is if i got fat and lazy | |
| And i won' t cause i work real hard | |
| Wake up in the morning at the hour of god and make beats | |
| Later hit the streets for some fortyfifth sweets | |
| So all y' all been told, black youth essential | |
| From the hard urban blocks of now rule residential | |
| That the god, rocks real hard | |
| Verse two: lord jamar | |
| God damn right, the lord, jamar | |
| Says peace and allah u akbar | |
| Back like a motherfuckin head to crack | |
| Brand nubian tracks are filled with black facts | |
| Now i ain' t humpty dumpty chump, see | |
| I ain' t fallin, you can go call in | |
| All the king' s horses and all the king' s men | |
| Try to knock me off you never see another day again | |
| My seventwentyonefourteen' s ready | |
| And my scope with the laser beam steady | |
| So if you' re feeling lucky, then come and catch a buck | |
| How could i kill a man, well i just don' t give a fuck, so | |
| Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock | |
| With my baldhead, aiyyo like the top ten | |
| We' re bound to win, cause god don' t like ugly | |
| You get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged g | |
| I don' t wanna be the man, i just wanna make jams | |
| Cuttin sharp like edward scissorhands | |
| It' s ninetytwo and of course we grew seeds | |
| They' re planted like a farmer, so let' s reap what we sew | |
| And if you' re thinking that we' re a hoe in the game | |
| We gettin wreck to your brain |
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