| 歌曲 | The Silence Isn't Over |
| 歌手 | Flesh 'n' Bone |
| 专辑 | T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls |
| 作曲 : Elliott, Howse | |
| Chorus: The silence isn't over, but the | |
| Flesh decrepitate no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done | |
| And it don't matter when you come really don't matter where you're from won't matter where you run [Flesh-N-Bone] | |
| Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up | |
| Bottom line with your business | |
| You gotta get a spot to handle it | |
| Nigga, no slackin', lackin', me trackin' | |
| Me ? is my best friendm there's my best friend | |
| And I really can't serve and swerve and | |
| Henessey seepin' down the side of the (Cherokee Jeep) | |
| See the track in the back, strap 'cause them double double shots | |
| Then, niggas goes (home) to get the ? when about the block | |
| Shoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to | |
| Oh, I think he better not start (hurt) shit on the double glock, dangerous | |
| My niggas wanna have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchin' snatchin' up strangers, anyone | |
| None remaining, | |
| I get 'em all finished | |
| Niggas, wanna hear silence, makin' me ?, fuck it, set (pilliows) on fire | |
| Thought it was over, niggas never the silence | |
| I'm on the rise with a gun here | |
| I come Niggas ain't no muthafuckin' where to run fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide | |
| Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb | |
| Done, done, done, 'till it be one nine ninety nine, crime | |
| I find and then a niggas reap and cath your people by surprise | |
| Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life? | |
| You still gonna pay the price, and | |
| I just might go pick up a knife and slice | |
| And I'll pick off any who's ?, 'til your enemy dead | |
| We gon' meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled and to show you it's not ?, | |
| I go to beat you | |
| Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] | |
| A niggas been flippin' scripts over and over in the past from the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers | |
| If you really bold enough, shot it, and | |
| I might blow up, rippin' apart they shoulders | |
| Go on', but the darkness rosed up, my people trippin' if you late to pay my money back on time | |
| And you better drop a dime or get fucked up | |
| And your people won't find it all funny | |
| Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong ever had to get dealt with, gimme a ny lil' reason or purpose to pack a slug right in his head; hit it | |
| Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his health quick | |
| Shit, but at least it be my honor ever now and then a nigga felt like he had to hit 'em like | |
| I'm Jefferey | |
| Dahmer But yet | |
| I'm ready for battle, so get my armor, comin' for you | |
| Thinkin' to get you, nigga wig-split you | |
| What a pretty full blue moon | |
| On the streets to get bodies soon and | |
| I thought that we miss you | |
| Every night we actin' fool | |
| Better move yourself a little quicker fast, and if ya thought you'd get caught up in a wrath | |
| No place to go stash what he left for me | |
| Burner, hot incinerator, gotta 'em burnt to ash ' | |
| Til he nothin' but dust, | |
| I'm gonna keep bustin', from cussin' | |
| Murda let's them pull triggers | |
| All of my niggas are devious | |
| What, you really trust a family full of gravediggas? | |
| Takin' no slaves, neither no prisoners | |
| Here, there, gotta get 'em all finished | |
| Anyone brave? | |
| I bet that you shiver, probably wet your pants | |
| Every chance | |
| Flesh get 'em all diminished | |
| Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] | |
| Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier | |
| My troops come swoopin' through to do the shootin' refuse to cross me, punk took a loss, | |
| G Didn't cost me, | |
| I'll be damned | |
| Now toss me the | |
| Mossy Slam and the shells (so the wind burn, saw a tint of light) ?, we spill 'em, tamin' fools | |
| I load up my barrel, insane, who's to blame? | |
| Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, won't show none mercy | |
| Betta run off in the hearse, ? have cursed on those who wanna hurt me | |
| You feelin' it worst, feelin' up far, feelin' with the fifth dawg | |
| Hear the niggas' triggers peel 'em, off in the coffin chalk around 'em white, bloody red | |
| Afta Maff, nigga, that's your ass | |
| Buckin' with the boss in from | |
| Cleveland, and achievin' goes on the west for heaven's sake | |
| I say Yes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol (gunshot) and wonder where the demons clear my path receivin' that bullet path hit when | |
| I blast ya | |
| And the niggas ? will outlast ya | |
| Creepin on ah mo' come ups inflict for mo' cash | |
| Get him, gone, but wanna bring it on? | |
| Do you really, huh? | |
| No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pit as they see eternal droppin' down | |
| And hit that ground, murda mo' ya, enforcer forcin' your so sure we're under sure not to call it war with warriors stories of | |
| Flesh And | |
| I got you eye-to-eye without a sign of death for the most of ya | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Elliott, Howse | |
| Chorus: The silence isn' t over, but the | |
| Flesh decrepitate no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done | |
| And it don' t matter when you come really don' t matter where you' re from won' t matter where you run FleshNBone | |
| Flesh breakin' ' em down, hittin' them up | |
| Bottom line with your business | |
| You gotta get a spot to handle it | |
| Nigga, no slackin', lackin', me trackin' | |
| Me ? is my best friendm there' s my best friend | |
| And I really can' t serve and swerve and | |
| Henessey seepin' down the side of the Cherokee Jeep | |
| See the track in the back, strap ' cause them double double shots | |
| Then, niggas goes home to get the ? when about the block | |
| Shoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to | |
| Oh, I think he better not start hurt shit on the double glock, dangerous | |
| My niggas wanna have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchin' snatchin' up strangers, anyone | |
| None remaining, | |
| I get ' em all finished | |
| Niggas, wanna hear silence, makin' me ?, fuck it, set pilliows on fire | |
| Thought it was over, niggas never the silence | |
| I' m on the rise with a gun here | |
| I come Niggas ain' t no muthafuckin' where to run fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide | |
| Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb | |
| Done, done, done, ' till it be one nine ninety nine, crime | |
| I find and then a niggas reap and cath your people by surprise | |
| Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life? | |
| You still gonna pay the price, and | |
| I just might go pick up a knife and slice | |
| And I' ll pick off any who' s ?, ' til your enemy dead | |
| We gon' meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled and to show you it' s not ?, | |
| I go to beat you | |
| Chorus FleshNBone | |
| A niggas been flippin' scripts over and over in the past from the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers | |
| If you really bold enough, shot it, and | |
| I might blow up, rippin' apart they shoulders | |
| Go on', but the darkness rosed up, my people trippin' if you late to pay my money back on time | |
| And you better drop a dime or get fucked up | |
| And your people won' t find it all funny | |
| Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong ever had to get dealt with, gimme a ny lil' reason or purpose to pack a slug right in his head hit it | |
| Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his health quick | |
| Shit, but at least it be my honor ever now and then a nigga felt like he had to hit ' em like | |
| I' m Jefferey | |
| Dahmer But yet | |
| I' m ready for battle, so get my armor, comin' for you | |
| Thinkin' to get you, nigga wigsplit you | |
| What a pretty full blue moon | |
| On the streets to get bodies soon and | |
| I thought that we miss you | |
| Every night we actin' fool | |
| Better move yourself a little quicker fast, and if ya thought you' d get caught up in a wrath | |
| No place to go stash what he left for me | |
| Burner, hot incinerator, gotta ' em burnt to ash ' | |
| Til he nothin' but dust, | |
| I' m gonna keep bustin', from cussin' | |
| Murda let' s them pull triggers | |
| All of my niggas are devious | |
| What, you really trust a family full of gravediggas? | |
| Takin' no slaves, neither no prisoners | |
| Here, there, gotta get ' em all finished | |
| Anyone brave? | |
| I bet that you shiver, probably wet your pants | |
| Every chance | |
| Flesh get ' em all diminished | |
| Chorus FleshNBone | |
| Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier | |
| My troops come swoopin' through to do the shootin' refuse to cross me, punk took a loss, | |
| G Didn' t cost me, | |
| I' ll be damned | |
| Now toss me the | |
| Mossy Slam and the shells so the wind burn, saw a tint of light ?, we spill ' em, tamin' fools | |
| I load up my barrel, insane, who' s to blame? | |
| Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, won' t show none mercy | |
| Betta run off in the hearse, ? have cursed on those who wanna hurt me | |
| You feelin' it worst, feelin' up far, feelin' with the fifth dawg | |
| Hear the niggas' triggers peel ' em, off in the coffin chalk around ' em white, bloody red | |
| Afta Maff, nigga, that' s your ass | |
| Buckin' with the boss in from | |
| Cleveland, and achievin' goes on the west for heaven' s sake | |
| I say Yes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol gunshot and wonder where the demons clear my path receivin' that bullet path hit when | |
| I blast ya | |
| And the niggas ? will outlast ya | |
| Creepin on ah mo' come ups inflict for mo' cash | |
| Get him, gone, but wanna bring it on? | |
| Do you really, huh? | |
| No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pit as they see eternal droppin' down | |
| And hit that ground, murda mo' ya, enforcer forcin' your so sure we' re under sure not to call it war with warriors stories of | |
| Flesh And | |
| I got you eyetoeye without a sign of death for the most of ya | |
| Chorus |