| 作曲 : Baxter, Ivey, Jones, Lawrence | |
| Verse 1：(nature) | |
| Ayo, auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars | |
| Why's my chain so big with no job? | |
| Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names | |
| Ain't it funny how the innocent change? | |
| Used to be kinda quiet, | |
| A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet | |
| Until the shit expired | |
| Learned to drive at age twenty-five, see i used to catch cabs | |
| Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs | |
| Do anything just to laugh | |
| I'll cop anything to to have | |
| Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path | |
| I got signed with no rhymes wrote | |
| Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so ya'll could know my shit | |
| Know my zip, 11101 | |
| Pretend thug niggas own one gun | |
| Bust shots and don't run | |
| Late nights the police don't come | |
| And if you still don't know where i'm from... | |
| Chorus | |
| 10th street (96th and spellman), 12th street, vernon (queensbridge), the | |
| Pub, the hill (long island city), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , it's | |
| Real, the love (organized crime) | |
| Verse 2: (kl) | |
| Livin' life on the edge way back | |
| Now i get money and stay black | |
| Some find it funny, others hate that | |
| Reason why the angers developed | |
| Put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the nine i tote | |
| Bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got broke | |
| Police slid | |
| Yo, yo, you see what they did? | |
| Alot of money to be made, now they raid the spot | |
| Niggas engagin' to pop shots | |
| Aimin' to drop cops | |
| The block's hot, niggas on the roofs of houses | |
| There's a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figures | |
| The bridge blossoms with gossip | |
| Chicks who cock suck | |
| Niggas who hardly wash up | |
| And they light as paper weight | |
| I guess it's safe to say my hood's got tradition | |
| Q.b. cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen | |
| Regradless of the district we ballin' on a mission | |
| At any given moment i destroy competition. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: (kyron) | |
| Fuck, i hate 'em and the fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain | |
| And bang 'em | |
| You violatin' q.b.? had to lay 'em | |
| I'll serve you if you onto that | |
| Hit 'em up with all of that | |
| Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, i wrote a song to that | |
| Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of that | |
| It's 2:30 am black, where ya daughter at? | |
| The truth hurt, now i'm up in shorty boo's skirt | |
| Take a sip of jack d and relax g, it attracts me | |
| You wanna know who's donnin' these hoes? just ask me | |
| The way the jewels flash makes 'em wanna be nasty | |
| Cuban link cable, dom peri on the table | |
| Look unstable, now i see why brother cain killed abel | |
| Love thy neighbor, we can live in the world | |
| Thats your man fifty grand 'till he fucks your girl | |
| Now it's all out war over that whore | |
| Deja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before. | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Baxter, Ivey, Jones, Lawrence | |
| Verse 1: nature | |
| Ayo, auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars | |
| Why' s my chain so big with no job? | |
| Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names | |
| Ain' t it funny how the innocent change? | |
| Used to be kinda quiet, | |
| A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet | |
| Until the shit expired | |
| Learned to drive at age twentyfive, see i used to catch cabs | |
| Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs | |
| Do anything just to laugh | |
| I' ll cop anything to to have | |
| Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path | |
| I got signed with no rhymes wrote | |
| Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so ya' ll could know my shit | |
| Know my zip, 11101 | |
| Pretend thug niggas own one gun | |
| Bust shots and don' t run | |
| Late nights the police don' t come | |
| And if you still don' t know where i' m from... | |
| Chorus | |
| 10th street 96th and spellman, 12th street, vernon queensbridge, the | |
| Pub, the hill long island city, the thugs thugs everywhere , it' s | |
| Real, the love organized crime | |
| Verse 2: kl | |
| Livin' life on the edge way back | |
| Now i get money and stay black | |
| Some find it funny, others hate that | |
| Reason why the angers developed | |
| Put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the nine i tote | |
| Bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got broke | |
| Police slid | |
| Yo, yo, you see what they did? | |
| Alot of money to be made, now they raid the spot | |
| Niggas engagin' to pop shots | |
| Aimin' to drop cops | |
| The block' s hot, niggas on the roofs of houses | |
| There' s a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figures | |
| The bridge blossoms with gossip | |
| Chicks who cock suck | |
| Niggas who hardly wash up | |
| And they light as paper weight | |
| I guess it' s safe to say my hood' s got tradition | |
| Q. b. cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen | |
| Regradless of the district we ballin' on a mission | |
| At any given moment i destroy competition. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: kyron | |
| Fuck, i hate ' em and the fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain | |
| And bang ' em | |
| You violatin' q. b.? had to lay ' em | |
| I' ll serve you if you onto that | |
| Hit ' em up with all of that | |
| Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, i wrote a song to that | |
| Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain' t no more of that | |
| It' s 2: 30 am black, where ya daughter at? | |
| The truth hurt, now i' m up in shorty boo' s skirt | |
| Take a sip of jack d and relax g, it attracts me | |
| You wanna know who' s donnin' these hoes? just ask me | |
| The way the jewels flash makes ' em wanna be nasty | |
| Cuban link cable, dom peri on the table | |
| Look unstable, now i see why brother cain killed abel | |
| Love thy neighbor, we can live in the world | |
| Thats your man fifty grand ' till he fucks your girl | |
| Now it' s all out war over that whore | |
| Deja vu got you buggin' ' cause you know you saw this before. | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Baxter, Ivey, Jones, Lawrence | |
| Verse 1: nature | |
| Ayo, auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars | |
| Why' s my chain so big with no job? | |
| Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names | |
| Ain' t it funny how the innocent change? | |
| Used to be kinda quiet, | |
| A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet | |
| Until the shit expired | |
| Learned to drive at age twentyfive, see i used to catch cabs | |
| Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs | |
| Do anything just to laugh | |
| I' ll cop anything to to have | |
| Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path | |
| I got signed with no rhymes wrote | |
| Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so ya' ll could know my shit | |
| Know my zip, 11101 | |
| Pretend thug niggas own one gun | |
| Bust shots and don' t run | |
| Late nights the police don' t come | |
| And if you still don' t know where i' m from... | |
| Chorus | |
| 10th street 96th and spellman, 12th street, vernon queensbridge, the | |
| Pub, the hill long island city, the thugs thugs everywhere , it' s | |
| Real, the love organized crime | |
| Verse 2: kl | |
| Livin' life on the edge way back | |
| Now i get money and stay black | |
| Some find it funny, others hate that | |
| Reason why the angers developed | |
| Put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the nine i tote | |
| Bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got broke | |
| Police slid | |
| Yo, yo, you see what they did? | |
| Alot of money to be made, now they raid the spot | |
| Niggas engagin' to pop shots | |
| Aimin' to drop cops | |
| The block' s hot, niggas on the roofs of houses | |
| There' s a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figures | |
| The bridge blossoms with gossip | |
| Chicks who cock suck | |
| Niggas who hardly wash up | |
| And they light as paper weight | |
| I guess it' s safe to say my hood' s got tradition | |
| Q. b. cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen | |
| Regradless of the district we ballin' on a mission | |
| At any given moment i destroy competition. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: kyron | |
| Fuck, i hate ' em and the fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain | |
| And bang ' em | |
| You violatin' q. b.? had to lay ' em | |
| I' ll serve you if you onto that | |
| Hit ' em up with all of that | |
| Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, i wrote a song to that | |
| Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain' t no more of that | |
| It' s 2: 30 am black, where ya daughter at? | |
| The truth hurt, now i' m up in shorty boo' s skirt | |
| Take a sip of jack d and relax g, it attracts me | |
| You wanna know who' s donnin' these hoes? just ask me | |
| The way the jewels flash makes ' em wanna be nasty | |
| Cuban link cable, dom peri on the table | |
| Look unstable, now i see why brother cain killed abel | |
| Love thy neighbor, we can live in the world | |
| Thats your man fifty grand ' till he fucks your girl | |
| Now it' s all out war over that whore | |
| Deja vu got you buggin' ' cause you know you saw this before. | |
| Chorus |
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