| 歌曲 | Barsac |
| 歌手 | Charlie Mariano |
| 专辑 | Boston All-Stars |
| 作词 : Mariano | |
| 56 Bars (Intro) | |
| T.I. | |
| [Talking] | |
| Yeeaaaa... | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hahahaha | |
| Aight Toomp man, this what the folkes been waitin on I guess, | |
| That's right | |
| Let's give it to 'em baby | |
| Grand Hustle nigga, | |
| Aye man they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh? | |
| Yeaaaa | |
| It's the king bitch | |
| Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga | |
| Hey, hey | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| One for da money, two for da show dawg, | |
| Three for the niggas hatin' on da low, ya'll | |
| know a picture worth a million words I'ma show ya'll | |
| Death before da son, a family before all | |
| Witout da braids I'm da closest thing to O-Dawg | |
| Minus the testimony, | |
| Say it ain't so, homie! | |
| Hey, | |
| Shawty like that, don't he? | |
| World hopped off my jock, I got him right back on it | |
| OH! | |
| Step back brush myself off, | |
| Pick business back up, right where I left off, | |
| I can show my dope, dat other guy just talk, | |
| Aye, where I live just as big as yo projects, dog | |
| Aye, haha | |
| Better check my swagga | |
| How I walk, how I talk, how I stack dat chedda, | |
| What I drive, how I dress, nigga looks just betta, | |
| Hundred stacks on that nigga I'm just...Betta | |
| Hahahahaha | |
| Somebody better tell 'em mayne | |
| They swag owe my swag everything | |
| Very plain to see you study me awful hard | |
| To the point that my swag need a bodyguard | |
| I'd like to thnik to thank you cuz uhh ya'll oughta be | |
| Havin' ya'll swags sendin mines an apology | |
| A lot of little mes, I see, got beef | |
| But what's the possibility, stop, see, you not me | |
| Hardly work for hella beams, | |
| Step up to the guillotine | |
| Get decapitated, | |
| Don't see how half you rappas made it | |
| Say good...bye to the fame and the fortune | |
| Say la vi | |
| What the game need with you, nigga? They got me | |
| I ride through the city so clean, | |
| Seat really low, auto-mo | |
| billies, so pretty, but I'm illy tho | |
| No comparison | |
| Ain't a nigga mo' thorough than this gangsta american | |
| Flow, dope or da heroin, | |
| King like Evalyn, | |
| Champaigne mayne | |
| So durranged and buligerant | |
| Ranked up there with Benjamin | |
| Who? Andre 3K, B.I.G., Jay-Z, UGK, Scarface, Machievelli the great, | |
| Wayne, Common, Kanye and | |
| Lupe | |
| You welcome to ask who you made, | |
| Bet they say as of today, | |
| I'm back on top like a toupe | |
| Hey | |
| All objections overruled | |
| It's overdue both high, | |
| and sober too, I'm so high | |
| up over you, | |
| Same guy you see in the streets it's as fly as here in the booth, | |
| So don't be surprised when you meet me to see that I'm really the truth, | |
| Oooo | |
| So uncoof | |
| Nigga, who want proof? | |
| Must agree that shit idea, | |
| Can't no one undo, | |
| I stay on my 1,2 | |
| Nigga who want 2? | |
| Turn a brunch into a brawl, | |
| Do what you gon' do, | |
| I'm wired | |
| Hot as a bitch and still, | |
| Cool as a fridge and dear, | |
| This year I'm on a mission dear, |
| zuò cí : Mariano | |
| 56 Bars Intro | |
| T. I. | |
| Talking | |
| Yeeaaaa... | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hahahaha | |
| Aight Toomp man, this what the folkes been waitin on I guess, | |
| That' s right | |
| Let' s give it to ' em baby | |
| Grand Hustle nigga, | |
| Aye man they been waitin on this shit since " What You Know" huh? | |
| Yeaaaa | |
| It' s the king bitch | |
| Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Verse 1 | |
| One for da money, two for da show dawg, | |
| Three for the niggas hatin' on da low, ya' ll | |
| know a picture worth a million words I' ma show ya' ll | |
| Death before da son, a family before all | |
| Witout da braids I' m da closest thing to ODawg | |
| Minus the testimony, | |
| Say it ain' t so, homie! | |
| Hey, | |
| Shawty like that, don' t he? | |
| World hopped off my jock, I got him right back on it | |
| OH! | |
| Step back brush myself off, | |
| Pick business back up, right where I left off, | |
| I can show my dope, dat other guy just talk, | |
| Aye, where I live just as big as yo projects, dog | |
| Aye, haha | |
| Better check my swagga | |
| How I walk, how I talk, how I stack dat chedda, | |
| What I drive, how I dress, nigga looks just betta, | |
| Hundred stacks on that nigga I' m just... Betta | |
| Hahahahaha | |
| Somebody better tell ' em mayne | |
| They swag owe my swag everything | |
| Very plain to see you study me awful hard | |
| To the point that my swag need a bodyguard | |
| I' d like to thnik to thank you cuz uhh ya' ll oughta be | |
| Havin' ya' ll swags sendin mines an apology | |
| A lot of little mes, I see, got beef | |
| But what' s the possibility, stop, see, you not me | |
| Hardly work for hella beams, | |
| Step up to the guillotine | |
| Get decapitated, | |
| Don' t see how half you rappas made it | |
| Say good... bye to the fame and the fortune | |
| Say la vi | |
| What the game need with you, nigga? They got me | |
| I ride through the city so clean, | |
| Seat really low, automo | |
| billies, so pretty, but I' m illy tho | |
| No comparison | |
| Ain' t a nigga mo' thorough than this gangsta american | |
| Flow, dope or da heroin, | |
| King like Evalyn, | |
| Champaigne mayne | |
| So durranged and buligerant | |
| Ranked up there with Benjamin | |
| Who? Andre 3K, B. I. G., JayZ, UGK, Scarface, Machievelli the great, | |
| Wayne, Common, Kanye and | |
| Lupe | |
| You welcome to ask who you made, | |
| Bet they say as of today, | |
| I' m back on top like a toupe | |
| Hey | |
| All objections overruled | |
| It' s overdue both high, | |
| and sober too, I' m so high | |
| up over you, | |
| Same guy you see in the streets it' s as fly as here in the booth, | |
| So don' t be surprised when you meet me to see that I' m really the truth, | |
| Oooo | |
| So uncoof | |
| Nigga, who want proof? | |
| Must agree that shit idea, | |
| Can' t no one undo, | |
| I stay on my 1, 2 | |
| Nigga who want 2? | |
| Turn a brunch into a brawl, | |
| Do what you gon' do, | |
| I' m wired | |
| Hot as a bitch and still, | |
| Cool as a fridge and dear, | |
| This year I' m on a mission dear, |