Song | Cops & Robbers |
Artist | DJ Clue? |
Album | The Professional |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Best, Creatore, Hamilton ... | |
(lord tariq & muggs talking) | |
Trying to tell you man | |
I'm going up in there | |
Trying to dig into niggas pockets | |
Fuck that man | |
-{lord tariq}- | |
Either you be real or you be dead | |
Hey killer, be a killer | |
That's the rules to this game | |
In the court of the law | |
With let niggas that feel ya | |
They know cat dealers | |
But with some new shit, like clue shit | |
We strap for this thriller | |
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out | |
Cock the mack back, blow his back out | |
And take the back route | |
And that's what that's about | |
Understand? i wan't cans in hand | |
This shit is real, never phony | |
Don't come short with my mo-ney | |
I'll only tell you once tony | |
"don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me" | |
If so, trust me, you outta luck b | |
And try to sit high where them drugs be | |
Filthy rich looking broke | |
Fuck a bitch i wan't the world thust | |
Keeping feds of my ass | |
I gotta think fast | |
'cause black man white town you know this shit won't last | |
We try to bumble like ass | |
Stay low, got to hurl that cash | |
Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it | |
Chorus: | |
We got cops and robbers | |
Niggas and spicks | |
Flashy cars, ghetto stars | |
Moving stones and bricks | |
It ain't over on the streets | |
We got blocks to get | |
So heads up, guns cock | |
Don't get rocked to this | |
(2x) | |
-{lord tariq}- | |
Now if the good die young | |
Then what the fuck that makes me? | |
And who the fuck are you to rape me? | |
Less then the best, bulletproof love | |
The thugs holding it down in the decks | |
And for the frauds i got techs | |
Heading straight for your chest | |
Feel me on this | |
My word is priceless | |
You can't pawn this | |
I might diss drop jewels | |
The way i cop jewels | |
The way my nine drops flues | |
The way my mind influes | |
What's a nigga to do a murder | |
Type of shit you never heard of | |
>from jimbos to fat burger | |
On some last long shit | |
I be doing this forever like that nigga von zeil | |
Plus i calm shit, i bomb shit | |
I had alot of brooklyn niggas | |
Saying "yeah them bronx niggas they get down" | |
So hold your heat up, and move fast | |
You got to keep | |
Because clue, minnesota, lord tariq run these streets what | |
Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk | |
And there's nothing to comprehend | |
When my nine talks | |
Chorus(2x) | |
-{muggs}- | |
I peep the devil screaming bk | |
'cause i rock for b.i.g. | |
Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid | |
In some rap i pack, used to be in passing for crack | |
Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks | |
Dreads call me african black named after my medicine | |
Street veteran with one gun | |
Killed eleven men | |
It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's | |
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy | |
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you | |
Now i push your hair line back | |
Do what the con do | |
I warned you, and sworn no talking | |
Bring the thing out | |
Got the block surrounded like cops | |
And shots rang out | |
Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed | |
Run with thero heads | |
Leave you in another burough bed | |
Respect my hood, like the heats do | |
Be k to the bronx | |
Poor kane, lord tariq & clue | |
Chorus(2x) | |
Dj clue: | |
Uh-huh | |
Dj clue, professional | |
Roc-a-fella! |
zuo ci : Best, Creatore, Hamilton ... | |
lord tariq muggs talking | |
Trying to tell you man | |
I' m going up in there | |
Trying to dig into niggas pockets | |
Fuck that man | |
lord tariq | |
Either you be real or you be dead | |
Hey killer, be a killer | |
That' s the rules to this game | |
In the court of the law | |
With let niggas that feel ya | |
They know cat dealers | |
But with some new shit, like clue shit | |
We strap for this thriller | |
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out | |
Cock the mack back, blow his back out | |
And take the back route | |
And that' s what that' s about | |
Understand? i wan' t cans in hand | |
This shit is real, never phony | |
Don' t come short with my money | |
I' ll only tell you once tony | |
" don' t fuck me, don' t you ever try to fuck me" | |
If so, trust me, you outta luck b | |
And try to sit high where them drugs be | |
Filthy rich looking broke | |
Fuck a bitch i wan' t the world thust | |
Keeping feds of my ass | |
I gotta think fast | |
' cause black man white town you know this shit won' t last | |
We try to bumble like ass | |
Stay low, got to hurl that cash | |
Into the trouble blow past, that' s how you do it | |
Chorus: | |
We got cops and robbers | |
Niggas and spicks | |
Flashy cars, ghetto stars | |
Moving stones and bricks | |
It ain' t over on the streets | |
We got blocks to get | |
So heads up, guns cock | |
Don' t get rocked to this | |
2x | |
lord tariq | |
Now if the good die young | |
Then what the fuck that makes me? | |
And who the fuck are you to rape me? | |
Less then the best, bulletproof love | |
The thugs holding it down in the decks | |
And for the frauds i got techs | |
Heading straight for your chest | |
Feel me on this | |
My word is priceless | |
You can' t pawn this | |
I might diss drop jewels | |
The way i cop jewels | |
The way my nine drops flues | |
The way my mind influes | |
What' s a nigga to do a murder | |
Type of shit you never heard of | |
from jimbos to fat burger | |
On some last long shit | |
I be doing this forever like that nigga von zeil | |
Plus i calm shit, i bomb shit | |
I had alot of brooklyn niggas | |
Saying " yeah them bronx niggas they get down" | |
So hold your heat up, and move fast | |
You got to keep | |
Because clue, minnesota, lord tariq run these streets what | |
Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk | |
And there' s nothing to comprehend | |
When my nine talks | |
Chorus 2x | |
muggs | |
I peep the devil screaming bk | |
' cause i rock for b. i. g. | |
Live like pop did, shells couldn' t stop the kid | |
In some rap i pack, used to be in passing for crack | |
Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks | |
Dreads call me african black named after my medicine | |
Street veteran with one gun | |
Killed eleven men | |
It' s too crazy, y' all fake tough guys with full gazi' s | |
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy | |
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you | |
Now i push your hair line back | |
Do what the con do | |
I warned you, and sworn no talking | |
Bring the thing out | |
Got the block surrounded like cops | |
And shots rang out | |
Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed | |
Run with thero heads | |
Leave you in another burough bed | |
Respect my hood, like the heats do | |
Be k to the bronx | |
Poor kane, lord tariq clue | |
Chorus 2x | |
Dj clue: | |
Uhhuh | |
Dj clue, professional | |
Rocafella! |
zuò cí : Best, Creatore, Hamilton ... | |
lord tariq muggs talking | |
Trying to tell you man | |
I' m going up in there | |
Trying to dig into niggas pockets | |
Fuck that man | |
lord tariq | |
Either you be real or you be dead | |
Hey killer, be a killer | |
That' s the rules to this game | |
In the court of the law | |
With let niggas that feel ya | |
They know cat dealers | |
But with some new shit, like clue shit | |
We strap for this thriller | |
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out | |
Cock the mack back, blow his back out | |
And take the back route | |
And that' s what that' s about | |
Understand? i wan' t cans in hand | |
This shit is real, never phony | |
Don' t come short with my money | |
I' ll only tell you once tony | |
" don' t fuck me, don' t you ever try to fuck me" | |
If so, trust me, you outta luck b | |
And try to sit high where them drugs be | |
Filthy rich looking broke | |
Fuck a bitch i wan' t the world thust | |
Keeping feds of my ass | |
I gotta think fast | |
' cause black man white town you know this shit won' t last | |
We try to bumble like ass | |
Stay low, got to hurl that cash | |
Into the trouble blow past, that' s how you do it | |
Chorus: | |
We got cops and robbers | |
Niggas and spicks | |
Flashy cars, ghetto stars | |
Moving stones and bricks | |
It ain' t over on the streets | |
We got blocks to get | |
So heads up, guns cock | |
Don' t get rocked to this | |
2x | |
lord tariq | |
Now if the good die young | |
Then what the fuck that makes me? | |
And who the fuck are you to rape me? | |
Less then the best, bulletproof love | |
The thugs holding it down in the decks | |
And for the frauds i got techs | |
Heading straight for your chest | |
Feel me on this | |
My word is priceless | |
You can' t pawn this | |
I might diss drop jewels | |
The way i cop jewels | |
The way my nine drops flues | |
The way my mind influes | |
What' s a nigga to do a murder | |
Type of shit you never heard of | |
from jimbos to fat burger | |
On some last long shit | |
I be doing this forever like that nigga von zeil | |
Plus i calm shit, i bomb shit | |
I had alot of brooklyn niggas | |
Saying " yeah them bronx niggas they get down" | |
So hold your heat up, and move fast | |
You got to keep | |
Because clue, minnesota, lord tariq run these streets what | |
Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk | |
And there' s nothing to comprehend | |
When my nine talks | |
Chorus 2x | |
muggs | |
I peep the devil screaming bk | |
' cause i rock for b. i. g. | |
Live like pop did, shells couldn' t stop the kid | |
In some rap i pack, used to be in passing for crack | |
Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks | |
Dreads call me african black named after my medicine | |
Street veteran with one gun | |
Killed eleven men | |
It' s too crazy, y' all fake tough guys with full gazi' s | |
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy | |
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you | |
Now i push your hair line back | |
Do what the con do | |
I warned you, and sworn no talking | |
Bring the thing out | |
Got the block surrounded like cops | |
And shots rang out | |
Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed | |
Run with thero heads | |
Leave you in another burough bed | |
Respect my hood, like the heats do | |
Be k to the bronx | |
Poor kane, lord tariq clue | |
Chorus 2x | |
Dj clue: | |
Uhhuh | |
Dj clue, professional | |
Rocafella! |