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作词 : Charity, Hines, Lynch, Weston |
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Intro/hook (x2) |
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(*the hardcore rap act is back!*) |
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(*ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) hardcore!!! |
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(*the hardcore rap act is back!*) |
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(*no i, no i ain't smilin*) |
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Verse 1: dray |
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Yo, yo |
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I said it first with the verse to make these *************s wanna act up |
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Smackin up the wack and solid scheme they hook the track up |
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So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger |
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Heard that i was rich and now your ************* is on my dinger |
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Then i swing the jungle *************t so ************* the humble *************t |
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Kid i crumble *************t, mother*******s know i never fumble *************t |
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So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in |
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Cos in a second i'ma pull a ****** tek-in |
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Start rejectin em, affect em when i kick |
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Y'all *************s think you're slick but y'all can suck my ****** ************* |
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Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my dj |
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Strictly kickin facts and then we max like tj |
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Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin |
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And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin |
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Or broken, no jokin, i shoot them *?in them rise?* |
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****** with das you wind up in hos- |
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-pital, so bust my riddle when i reveal it |
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If *************s wanna play around then stay around and feel it |
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Cos yo... |
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Hook (x2) |
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Verse 2: skoob, dray |
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Now to my style there is no equal, boy i'm lethal like some tumours |
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My crew be strokin ******* like i used to stroke my pumas |
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Wit my toothbrush, see i do just what i wanna |
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I got that from my pops and from some *************s on the corner |
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So you never catch me rappin about no *************t like the government |
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But i be snappin on mc's like your ************* snap on double mega of a shotty |
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And a burner and i keeps the 2 ready |
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To hit you in your chest like steve young do jerry |
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Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical |
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Knew that i would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables |
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And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant |
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See i smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes winstons |
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Well it's the d-a-s, i can't forget the e-a |
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F-a to the x so when i flex y'know i bein |
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A fatter wrecker ************* on the mic with my strategy |
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Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as ************* as bad as me |
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I takes the best of them so ************* the rest of them |
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I couldn't care less for them, i'm too fresh for them |
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I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, ************* check it |
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Never actin broke cos yo i sold a ****** record |
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I'm too slick for dat, suck my big ************* for that |
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Don't try to trap my rap cos yo i'm too quick for that |
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I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin |
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So if you didn't know, well ************* this is how we do it |
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Uhh |
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Hook (x2) |
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Verse 3: skoob |
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Abara-cadabara, return of the punk mc batterer |
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I'm mad at the system like them *************s up in attica |
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From more ways and your ways i rip *************t like dat |
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Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a ****** cat |
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Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give ************* with the superdest |
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Flow, son you'll get no wins cos i been |
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Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style |
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Ever since the days of the clarks and the argyles |
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Quick i rip *************t to bits like piranha |
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When i blow up the spot wit more watts than rolanda |
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And when i come thru i'm hittin you up with the 1-2 |
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Teks, flex raps like bruce lee flex the kung-fu |
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Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like |
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That fat ************* my game is all-skirt tight |
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Use to ************* with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly |
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Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't pirrelli |
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Wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos *************t's gon' get heated up |
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I'm ******ed up, yo dice i need a cut |
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Bring it! |
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Hook (x2) |
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Hardcore!!! |
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*repeat* |