歌曲 | Tha Way We Run It |
歌手 | MC Eiht |
专辑 | Last Man Standing |
作词 : Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
Geah | |
One two one two (check it out) | |
One two one two (check it out) | |
Uh | |
[b-real] | |
I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire | |
Just another brick in the wall you fall tired | |
Who will be the one son to fall victim? | |
Who's on the street, who's runnin' from pigs wishing? | |
No way out | |
You can't stay out - your hook | |
Criminal lifestyle, you're booked in the crook | |
Where will you seek shelter? killafornia | |
What'll you do when you see the heat around the corner? | |
You silly fucking goner, where will you hide? | |
On the sick side of town facin' the long ride | |
Sick-ass soul assassins i keep blastin' | |
Cause you never know when it's time for some action | |
A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin' | |
Through your city get the committee a ready faction | |
We run shit | |
And muthafuckas are on it | |
You can't call it, buster you better stall it | |
[chorus] | |
We got g-boys and ho's on deck | |
One times gafflin' niggas that chin check (check it out) | |
You see a robbery | |
We done it | |
That's just the way we run it | |
[eiht] | |
Ten years in the game, no chains remain | |
Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain | |
First green since the b.g. | |
I gotta get cream | |
Late nite hype's the fiends as i plots a scheme | |
Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows | |
But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos | |
Did good | |
I made up tapes about the hood | |
Locked down that shit as nobody could | |
Enemies always out to get me | |
But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won't hit me | |
Street dreams always made of this | |
Top dollar | |
Bitches and switches is on my list | |
Leave your ass with the good night kiss | |
Makes moves smooth so your shorty won't miss | |
Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill | |
Real g's always packs the steel | |
[chorus] | |
[eiht] | |
It ain't a problem that i can't fix | |
Cause i can do it - in the mix | |
Nowadays | |
We be's the g's that's deadly | |
Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready | |
Common sense'll tell you, slide out | |
But ain't no fuckin' where for you to hide out | |
Got the picture? | |
We don't play no games | |
Eiht and b-real fuckin' frank & jesse james | |
To the limit | |
Watch us do what we do | |
Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue | |
Senoritas and pesos yes yes y'all | |
Ball cause we to tall and never fall | |
We got paper fo' sho' | |
No doubt | |
Criminal mind this time you're assed out | |
Define it | |
Here's your strollin' paper just sign it | |
Take a walk as the eiht starts to talk | |
[chorus] | |
Soul assassins one time | |
Soul assassins two times | |
Geah | |
My nigga muggs | |
Still pushin' that china white | |
Check it out, uh | |
Boom bam in the house | |
My nigga foe in the house | |
Geah | |
Cypress in the house, uh | |
Take 2 to your mouth | |
Soul assassins | |
That's right | |
Whatcha wanna do? |
zuò cí : Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
Geah | |
One two one two check it out | |
One two one two check it out | |
Uh | |
breal | |
I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire | |
Just another brick in the wall you fall tired | |
Who will be the one son to fall victim? | |
Who' s on the street, who' s runnin' from pigs wishing? | |
No way out | |
You can' t stay out your hook | |
Criminal lifestyle, you' re booked in the crook | |
Where will you seek shelter? killafornia | |
What' ll you do when you see the heat around the corner? | |
You silly fucking goner, where will you hide? | |
On the sick side of town facin' the long ride | |
Sickass soul assassins i keep blastin' | |
Cause you never know when it' s time for some action | |
A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin' | |
Through your city get the committee a ready faction | |
We run shit | |
And muthafuckas are on it | |
You can' t call it, buster you better stall it | |
chorus | |
We got gboys and ho' s on deck | |
One times gafflin' niggas that chin check check it out | |
You see a robbery | |
We done it | |
That' s just the way we run it | |
eiht | |
Ten years in the game, no chains remain | |
Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain | |
First green since the b. g. | |
I gotta get cream | |
Late nite hype' s the fiends as i plots a scheme | |
Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows | |
But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos | |
Did good | |
I made up tapes about the hood | |
Locked down that shit as nobody could | |
Enemies always out to get me | |
But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won' t hit me | |
Street dreams always made of this | |
Top dollar | |
Bitches and switches is on my list | |
Leave your ass with the good night kiss | |
Makes moves smooth so your shorty won' t miss | |
Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill | |
Real g' s always packs the steel | |
chorus | |
eiht | |
It ain' t a problem that i can' t fix | |
Cause i can do it in the mix | |
Nowadays | |
We be' s the g' s that' s deadly | |
Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready | |
Common sense' ll tell you, slide out | |
But ain' t no fuckin' where for you to hide out | |
Got the picture? | |
We don' t play no games | |
Eiht and breal fuckin' frank jesse james | |
To the limit | |
Watch us do what we do | |
Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue | |
Senoritas and pesos yes yes y' all | |
Ball cause we to tall and never fall | |
We got paper fo' sho' | |
No doubt | |
Criminal mind this time you' re assed out | |
Define it | |
Here' s your strollin' paper just sign it | |
Take a walk as the eiht starts to talk | |
chorus | |
Soul assassins one time | |
Soul assassins two times | |
Geah | |
My nigga muggs | |
Still pushin' that china white | |
Check it out, uh | |
Boom bam in the house | |
My nigga foe in the house | |
Geah | |
Cypress in the house, uh | |
Take 2 to your mouth | |
Soul assassins | |
That' s right | |
Whatcha wanna do? |