Looking Down the Barrel 歌词
| 歌曲 | Looking Down the Barrel |
| 歌手 | Black Moon |
| 歌手 | Sean Price |
| 专辑 | Total Eclipse |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Connoy, Price | |
| (feat. Sean Price) | |
| "Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" (x2) | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| BD bubble up like a branded tattoo | |
| Outlandish and got plans to get at you | |
| Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I | |
| Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye | |
| Look, ball or crook, where I'm from | |
| If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook | |
| You guessed it, the Brook, let's him them books | |
| And read a classic, Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk', give me mines look | |
| Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time | |
| For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine | |
| If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine | |
| But I'm accurate, one shell will fill your inside | |
| An my life skates, on anybody, anytime | |
| Everywhere, everybody, any place | |
| It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place | |
| But the loser gettin' two in the face | |
| (Chorus x2: sample (Buckshot)) | |
| "Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" | |
| (And you won't have a second to learn | |
| Or you ain't have a second to turn | |
| Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm) | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| I paint the picture like a painter with no brush | |
| We not the average, what goes with us | |
| Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts | |
| Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck | |
| Little fuck, attitude, bossy | |
| Only thing missing is the coffee | |
| But of course, each are free, at the age 10 | |
| Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets | |
| So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan | |
| Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van | |
| But that ain't interrupt the scan | |
| Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam | |
| Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan | |
| We make records, you make raps, so stand back | |
| You not on my league, not on our level, either homey | |
| Please, little homey, you'll be | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right | |
| One in your neck is slicin' your wife | |
| Then I, get away clean, put away cream | |
| Cuz niggaz might start hatin', violatin' the team | |
| I'm blastin' the hatred, I'm blastin' the ancient | |
| Niggaz feelin' afridavits, off some faggoty gay shit | |
| Go, four-four, nines snatchin' you bracelets | |
| I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix | |
| Ok, I got mine, you get yours | |
| Fuck you take ten paces, turn around and draw | |
| Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga | |
| I'm your huckleberry, plus don't give a fuck if any | |
| Nigga, get line and learn, motherfucker is you out your mind? | |
| I will beat fire and flame, when the fire today | |
| Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P! | |
| (Chorus x4) |
| zuo qu : Blake, Connoy, Price | |
| feat. Sean Price | |
| " Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" x2 | |
| Buckshot | |
| BD bubble up like a branded tattoo | |
| Outlandish and got plans to get at you | |
| Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I | |
| Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye | |
| Look, ball or crook, where I' m from | |
| If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook | |
| You guessed it, the Brook, let' s him them books | |
| And read a classic, Jimmy ' Fly' Snuk', give me mines look | |
| Pots is not the reason that I' m out this time | |
| For a moment in time, I' m takin' your shine | |
| If we was a gun, you an uzi, I' m a nine | |
| But I' m accurate, one shell will fill your inside | |
| An my life skates, on anybody, anytime | |
| Everywhere, everybody, any place | |
| It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place | |
| But the loser gettin' two in the face | |
| Chorus x2: sample Buckshot | |
| " Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" | |
| And you won' t have a second to learn | |
| Or you ain' t have a second to turn | |
| Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm | |
| Buckshot | |
| I paint the picture like a painter with no brush | |
| We not the average, what goes with us | |
| Let' s see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts | |
| Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck | |
| Little fuck, attitude, bossy | |
| Only thing missing is the coffee | |
| But of course, each are free, at the age 10 | |
| Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets | |
| So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan | |
| Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van | |
| But that ain' t interrupt the scan | |
| Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam | |
| Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan | |
| We make records, you make raps, so stand back | |
| You not on my league, not on our level, either homey | |
| Please, little homey, you' ll be | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Sean Price | |
| Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right | |
| One in your neck is slicin' your wife | |
| Then I, get away clean, put away cream | |
| Cuz niggaz might start hatin', violatin' the team | |
| I' m blastin' the hatred, I' m blastin' the ancient | |
| Niggaz feelin' afridavits, off some faggoty gay shit | |
| Go, fourfour, nines snatchin' you bracelets | |
| I ain' t slow ho, listen, that' s the matrix | |
| Ok, I got mine, you get yours | |
| Fuck you take ten paces, turn around and draw | |
| Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga | |
| I' m your huckleberry, plus don' t give a fuck if any | |
| Nigga, get line and learn, motherfucker is you out your mind? | |
| I will beat fire and flame, when the fire today | |
| Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P! | |
| Chorus x4 |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Connoy, Price | |
| feat. Sean Price | |
| " Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" x2 | |
| Buckshot | |
| BD bubble up like a branded tattoo | |
| Outlandish and got plans to get at you | |
| Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I | |
| Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye | |
| Look, ball or crook, where I' m from | |
| If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook | |
| You guessed it, the Brook, let' s him them books | |
| And read a classic, Jimmy ' Fly' Snuk', give me mines look | |
| Pots is not the reason that I' m out this time | |
| For a moment in time, I' m takin' your shine | |
| If we was a gun, you an uzi, I' m a nine | |
| But I' m accurate, one shell will fill your inside | |
| An my life skates, on anybody, anytime | |
| Everywhere, everybody, any place | |
| It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place | |
| But the loser gettin' two in the face | |
| Chorus x2: sample Buckshot | |
| " Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" | |
| And you won' t have a second to learn | |
| Or you ain' t have a second to turn | |
| Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm | |
| Buckshot | |
| I paint the picture like a painter with no brush | |
| We not the average, what goes with us | |
| Let' s see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts | |
| Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck | |
| Little fuck, attitude, bossy | |
| Only thing missing is the coffee | |
| But of course, each are free, at the age 10 | |
| Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets | |
| So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan | |
| Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van | |
| But that ain' t interrupt the scan | |
| Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam | |
| Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan | |
| We make records, you make raps, so stand back | |
| You not on my league, not on our level, either homey | |
| Please, little homey, you' ll be | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Sean Price | |
| Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right | |
| One in your neck is slicin' your wife | |
| Then I, get away clean, put away cream | |
| Cuz niggaz might start hatin', violatin' the team | |
| I' m blastin' the hatred, I' m blastin' the ancient | |
| Niggaz feelin' afridavits, off some faggoty gay shit | |
| Go, fourfour, nines snatchin' you bracelets | |
| I ain' t slow ho, listen, that' s the matrix | |
| Ok, I got mine, you get yours | |
| Fuck you take ten paces, turn around and draw | |
| Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga | |
| I' m your huckleberry, plus don' t give a fuck if any | |
| Nigga, get line and learn, motherfucker is you out your mind? | |
| I will beat fire and flame, when the fire today | |
| Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P! | |
| Chorus x4 |
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