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作词 : Ennis, Scott |
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Extraordinary |
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(new *************t, made men) |
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The undisputed made men |
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[verse one] |
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Ey yo |
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Retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out |
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(*************) i see you sweatin', don't try a reachable gunout |
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We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses |
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Deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first |
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My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman |
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We last man standing, who dead man walkin' |
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It's five fingers to death, when i clutch |
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The microphone in my hand |
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I know you *************s don't understand |
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Play my position, hold it down just like de niro |
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One of the coldest, mortal kombat, sub-zero |
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I shot the *************t outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted |
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Don't get it twisted, i'm livin and dyin by the biscuit |
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But i risk it, i mean my life, i sacrifice |
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So ************* y'all twice, thats right i'm actin sheist |
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When shots pop off, you betta duck when i done |
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With the automatic pump and i'm never in the shootin slum |
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My face isn't definately the law |
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In the jigsaw, puzzle |
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While i screw and muscle on my six-saw |
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Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it |
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Yo whole ******' staff, who get they wigs melted |
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When i'm rushed out, fresh out |
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Verbal bash-out |
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P.d.'s that made man |
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Ready to get off for some action |
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[interlude] |
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(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) |
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... when you dealin' with some made men |
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(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) |
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... don't be sleepin' on these made men |
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(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) |
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... when you ******' with some made men |
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(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) |
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[verse two] |
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Yo, its warfare, i'm splittin your hair, with a missle |
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Cos i be squezzin' that type of *************t up out my pistol |
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Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome |
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You shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam |
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Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect |
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Elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet |
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I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact |
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Combat, doubt that can so you contract |
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Close casket, with the eight by ten |
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Sittin on top of the coffin |
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Never again ************* with made men |
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Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the smith&wess |
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Splittin' flesh and i still got a mission left |
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I keep they thinkin' second guess and |
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Mr. unpredictable, i'm askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon |
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With indestructable *************s that called made man |
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He grabbin' *************t, i grab mine, so now we blazin' |
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Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries |
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(come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry |
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My right hand ************* be my nickel nine on my ways |
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Never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face |
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These never-minded mother******s with advances |
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Mean i try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man |
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My man, ok probably unmistakently |
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Mother******s, who make a homicide and never mystery |
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[outro] |
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(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) |
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... when you dealin' with some made men ... |