| 歌曲 | Frenz vs. Endz |
| 歌手 | Lootpack |
| 专辑 | Soundpieces: Da Antidote! |
| 作曲 : Brown, Harper, Jackson ... | |
| Hey yo, it's about sex, lies, money, murder, jewels, cars | |
| Clothes, hos, hats, blunts, and gats | |
| These are the things when you think of raps | |
| Now a days, if you ain't geein', then apparently you ain't seein' | |
| Like a normal human being, mad lives waistin' | |
| Too many niggas that's freebasin' | |
| Modern day slavery run by racists | |
| While you're actin' like you got a chip on your brain | |
| You don't wanna see a nigga succeed without no pain | |
| Off others' misery you probably gain | |
| The games people play always pissing me off | |
| Make me wanna start rushin' like my name was gorbechev | |
| I've got to go for self, now a days by myself | |
| Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth | |
| Brothers playin' the role like we friends to the end | |
| But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz | |
| [kazi] | |
| Yo, you're irritating, do you know what you're doing? | |
| That's why my head don't really nod when you bust | |
| Let's check your background, no outlook on future plans | |
| That's why you won't last cuz your hip hop is jammed | |
| Plugged up with wackness, how could you let this happen? | |
| I thought you was the man, now i hold your rhymes for target practice | |
| I can't role with the, i can't hang with the | |
| Fake nigga, *bitch* nigga, ain't got their backs when it's time to throw down | |
| Verbal wars, they never came around | |
| Ya side of town, now show me how you get down | |
| What's this, now ya speechless? show me what's the reason | |
| Lacking skills, ain't reaching nothing but deacons | |
| As i go for self, now a days by myself | |
| Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth | |
| Niggas playin' the roles like we friends to the end | |
| But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz | |
| [wild child] | |
| I'm wild child the rhyme constructor, | |
| Madlib's the beat maker | |
| Funk fakers in the place, hey yo, this rhyme might make ya | |
| Snap back, check ya crews one time pay out your fees | |
| I step on the mic, eat mc's up like mickey d's | |
| Fake mc's, can't you please realize we rock the seas | |
| Stepping on the microphones with 1, 2's, and 3's | |
| The mellowist, moodiest brother rhyming with that rhythmic technique | |
| Sort of unique, you'll hesitate to speak | |
| When jack rips the rhyme time for a little | |
| Get together with my crew cuz i'm like yeah, we gonna spit the | |
| Freestyle, freestyle flows from the top | |
| Them spontaneous rhymes that make you wanna hop | |
| Now say what you say but a.k.a. jack be known | |
| To rarely write them rhymes because i'm freestylin' prone | |
| Tired of mc's who never pass the mic | |
| And yo, we be like, "time to kick that ass" | |
| I gots to for self, now a days by myself | |
| Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth | |
| Brothers playin' the role like we friends in the end | |
| But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Harper, Jackson ... | |
| Hey yo, it' s about sex, lies, money, murder, jewels, cars | |
| Clothes, hos, hats, blunts, and gats | |
| These are the things when you think of raps | |
| Now a days, if you ain' t geein', then apparently you ain' t seein' | |
| Like a normal human being, mad lives waistin' | |
| Too many niggas that' s freebasin' | |
| Modern day slavery run by racists | |
| While you' re actin' like you got a chip on your brain | |
| You don' t wanna see a nigga succeed without no pain | |
| Off others' misery you probably gain | |
| The games people play always pissing me off | |
| Make me wanna start rushin' like my name was gorbechev | |
| I' ve got to go for self, now a days by myself | |
| Cuz it' s bad for my health to collect mad wealth | |
| Brothers playin' the role like we friends to the end | |
| But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz | |
| kazi | |
| Yo, you' re irritating, do you know what you' re doing? | |
| That' s why my head don' t really nod when you bust | |
| Let' s check your background, no outlook on future plans | |
| That' s why you won' t last cuz your hip hop is jammed | |
| Plugged up with wackness, how could you let this happen? | |
| I thought you was the man, now i hold your rhymes for target practice | |
| I can' t role with the, i can' t hang with the | |
| Fake nigga, bitch nigga, ain' t got their backs when it' s time to throw down | |
| Verbal wars, they never came around | |
| Ya side of town, now show me how you get down | |
| What' s this, now ya speechless? show me what' s the reason | |
| Lacking skills, ain' t reaching nothing but deacons | |
| As i go for self, now a days by myself | |
| Cuz it' s bad for my health to collect mad wealth | |
| Niggas playin' the roles like we friends to the end | |
| But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz | |
| wild child | |
| I' m wild child the rhyme constructor, | |
| Madlib' s the beat maker | |
| Funk fakers in the place, hey yo, this rhyme might make ya | |
| Snap back, check ya crews one time pay out your fees | |
| I step on the mic, eat mc' s up like mickey d' s | |
| Fake mc' s, can' t you please realize we rock the seas | |
| Stepping on the microphones with 1, 2' s, and 3' s | |
| The mellowist, moodiest brother rhyming with that rhythmic technique | |
| Sort of unique, you' ll hesitate to speak | |
| When jack rips the rhyme time for a little | |
| Get together with my crew cuz i' m like yeah, we gonna spit the | |
| Freestyle, freestyle flows from the top | |
| Them spontaneous rhymes that make you wanna hop | |
| Now say what you say but a. k. a. jack be known | |
| To rarely write them rhymes because i' m freestylin' prone | |
| Tired of mc' s who never pass the mic | |
| And yo, we be like, " time to kick that ass" | |
| I gots to for self, now a days by myself | |
| Cuz it' s bad for my health to collect mad wealth | |
| Brothers playin' the role like we friends in the end | |
| But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz |