| 作词 : Atkins, Fyffe, Lorenzo, Miller | |
| Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Nemesis- | |
| I could see it in your eyes | |
| Ja Rule- | |
| Ya'll niggas is scared of us | |
| Declarin' us the world's most dangerous | |
| Nemesis- | |
| You don't wanna see me rise | |
| Ja Rule- | |
| Because when we get high we get 'em | |
| Should have seen how we did' em | |
| Must a been the weed in 'em | |
| Nemesis- | |
| But as long as I'm alive | |
| Ja Rule- | |
| I'm a show the world my struggle | |
| My pain, my hunger, my hustle | |
| Nemesis- | |
| You can put it on my life | |
| Ja Rule- | |
| Cause I do it for my niggas | |
| For the love of my bitches | |
| If you wit' me, feel this | |
| For what it's worth everything that I believe in | |
| My Lord, if they saw where a nigga been | |
| Would they applaud my acheivements? | |
| I'm killing these niggas for a reason | |
| Laying them down | |
| Ain't nothing for now | |
| While I'm breathing | |
| I'm ride for niggas, that ride for me | |
| Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me | |
| Bleed, tears of love for lost blood | |
| You can see the pain in my eyes and what it does and why | |
| I don't give a **** whether I live or die | |
| I'm a paint this world a portrait of my mind | |
| Show 'em, if they deny it blow 'em | |
| Niggas gon' give me mines | |
| And get in line for the torture | |
| I swear, run any closer to air | |
| My bullets travel wit' prayers | |
| Guns blazin' in pairs | |
| Who the nigga you fear | |
| JA Rule, mother****er | |
| All my hoes and hustlers | |
| Ride wit' me | |
| Get a feelin' on how this world did me | |
| Was curious 'till it all hit me | |
| But its clear now | |
| Though it's a narrow hall that I stare down | |
| I'm huggin' the bars kissin' the ground | |
| ****in' around wit' the Rule nigga | |
| What you tryin to do | |
| Make me put a hole in you | |
| And your bitch too | |
| Let's make this an issue | |
| How we do it thug style | |
| Turn the lights off world | |
| Enter the lockdown | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Nemesis- | |
| This is a nigga livin' his life | |
| In gripes wit' the world | |
| I need to be high and cop ice girl | |
| **** a price girl | |
| With no problems at all | |
| I'm ready to ball | |
| On call killers from Atlanta to Dainamall | |
| N-Y baby, you see why | |
| We the world's murderous guys | |
| With Mafia ties | |
| **** around and die | |
| It found myself me and my nine | |
| Doin' a jooks stickin to crime | |
| A true crook in 9-9 | |
| My nigga you holdin me down | |
| We **** around | |
| And start killin' these clowns | |
| We're hittin' 'em now | |
| Fools, lie down | |
| Quaters to halves to pounds | |
| Nigga I'm seein' triple of the breakdown | |
| That's what I make now | |
| And nothin' flake now | |
| **** the law | |
| 50-50 love showed across the board | |
| I'm a crook ready for war | |
| Mutha ****a spittin' gutta for sure | |
| That's on my life pushin the ready | |
| Rock steady | |
| On every block, aiight! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Ja Rule- | |
| **** the world if they can't see | |
| I'm a bastard hollerin' '**** me!' | |
| Blaze to the death and die with dignity | |
| For the life of me | |
| I just wanna remain | |
| A nigga that's loyally loved through his levels of pain | |
| And I won't be contained | |
| Even if you incarcerate | |
| Still I'm only in chains | |
| Bury bread and stash the range | |
| It's how a thug would do things | |
| Get arraigned, start diggin' for change | |
| Then get back in the game | |
| And try to see through my thoughts why | |
| You ain't read yfor whats on my mind | |
| Too inclined | |
| One of Gods feared and most greatest design | |
| See, any nigga that lies | |
| Is a nigga you watch | |
| Make him easy to dot | |
| Send him in a rag-gedy box | |
| You lookin me in my eyes, huh? | |
| What you see? My vision for pain? | |
| My lust for sluts and whores? | |
| I'm a wild nigga | |
| Might a heard of my foul niggas | |
| Ya'll aint ready | |
| It's ****in murda | |
| You bitch niggas | |
| (Chorus) x2 |
| zuo ci : Atkins, Fyffe, Lorenzo, Miller | |
| Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh | |
| Chorus | |
| Nemesis | |
| I could see it in your eyes | |
| Ja Rule | |
| Ya' ll niggas is scared of us | |
| Declarin' us the world' s most dangerous | |
| Nemesis | |
| You don' t wanna see me rise | |
| Ja Rule | |
| Because when we get high we get ' em | |
| Should have seen how we did' em | |
| Must a been the weed in ' em | |
| Nemesis | |
| But as long as I' m alive | |
| Ja Rule | |
| I' m a show the world my struggle | |
| My pain, my hunger, my hustle | |
| Nemesis | |
| You can put it on my life | |
| Ja Rule | |
| Cause I do it for my niggas | |
| For the love of my bitches | |
| If you wit' me, feel this | |
| For what it' s worth everything that I believe in | |
| My Lord, if they saw where a nigga been | |
| Would they applaud my acheivements? | |
| I' m killing these niggas for a reason | |
| Laying them down | |
| Ain' t nothing for now | |
| While I' m breathing | |
| I' m ride for niggas, that ride for me | |
| Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me | |
| Bleed, tears of love for lost blood | |
| You can see the pain in my eyes and what it does and why | |
| I don' t give a whether I live or die | |
| I' m a paint this world a portrait of my mind | |
| Show ' em, if they deny it blow ' em | |
| Niggas gon' give me mines | |
| And get in line for the torture | |
| I swear, run any closer to air | |
| My bullets travel wit' prayers | |
| Guns blazin' in pairs | |
| Who the nigga you fear | |
| JA Rule, mother er | |
| All my hoes and hustlers | |
| Ride wit' me | |
| Get a feelin' on how this world did me | |
| Was curious ' till it all hit me | |
| But its clear now | |
| Though it' s a narrow hall that I stare down | |
| I' m huggin' the bars kissin' the ground | |
| in' around wit' the Rule nigga | |
| What you tryin to do | |
| Make me put a hole in you | |
| And your bitch too | |
| Let' s make this an issue | |
| How we do it thug style | |
| Turn the lights off world | |
| Enter the lockdown | |
| Chorus | |
| Nemesis | |
| This is a nigga livin' his life | |
| In gripes wit' the world | |
| I need to be high and cop ice girl | |
| a price girl | |
| With no problems at all | |
| I' m ready to ball | |
| On call killers from Atlanta to Dainamall | |
| NY baby, you see why | |
| We the world' s murderous guys | |
| With Mafia ties | |
| around and die | |
| It found myself me and my nine | |
| Doin' a jooks stickin to crime | |
| A true crook in 99 | |
| My nigga you holdin me down | |
| We around | |
| And start killin' these clowns | |
| We' re hittin' ' em now | |
| Fools, lie down | |
| Quaters to halves to pounds | |
| Nigga I' m seein' triple of the breakdown | |
| That' s what I make now | |
| And nothin' flake now | |
| the law | |
| 5050 love showed across the board | |
| I' m a crook ready for war | |
| Mutha a spittin' gutta for sure | |
| That' s on my life pushin the ready | |
| Rock steady | |
| On every block, aiight! | |
| Chorus | |
| Ja Rule | |
| the world if they can' t see | |
| I' m a bastard hollerin' ' me!' | |
| Blaze to the death and die with dignity | |
| For the life of me | |
| I just wanna remain | |
| A nigga that' s loyally loved through his levels of pain | |
| And I won' t be contained | |
| Even if you incarcerate | |
| Still I' m only in chains | |
| Bury bread and stash the range | |
| It' s how a thug would do things | |
| Get arraigned, start diggin' for change | |
| Then get back in the game | |
| And try to see through my thoughts why | |
| You ain' t read yfor whats on my mind | |
| Too inclined | |
| One of Gods feared and most greatest design | |
| See, any nigga that lies | |
| Is a nigga you watch | |
| Make him easy to dot | |
| Send him in a raggedy box | |
| You lookin me in my eyes, huh? | |
| What you see? My vision for pain? | |
| My lust for sluts and whores? | |
| I' m a wild nigga | |
| Might a heard of my foul niggas | |
| Ya' ll aint ready | |
| It' s in murda | |
| You bitch niggas | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Atkins, Fyffe, Lorenzo, Miller | |
| Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh | |
| Chorus | |
| Nemesis | |
| I could see it in your eyes | |
| Ja Rule | |
| Ya' ll niggas is scared of us | |
| Declarin' us the world' s most dangerous | |
| Nemesis | |
| You don' t wanna see me rise | |
| Ja Rule | |
| Because when we get high we get ' em | |
| Should have seen how we did' em | |
| Must a been the weed in ' em | |
| Nemesis | |
| But as long as I' m alive | |
| Ja Rule | |
| I' m a show the world my struggle | |
| My pain, my hunger, my hustle | |
| Nemesis | |
| You can put it on my life | |
| Ja Rule | |
| Cause I do it for my niggas | |
| For the love of my bitches | |
| If you wit' me, feel this | |
| For what it' s worth everything that I believe in | |
| My Lord, if they saw where a nigga been | |
| Would they applaud my acheivements? | |
| I' m killing these niggas for a reason | |
| Laying them down | |
| Ain' t nothing for now | |
| While I' m breathing | |
| I' m ride for niggas, that ride for me | |
| Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me | |
| Bleed, tears of love for lost blood | |
| You can see the pain in my eyes and what it does and why | |
| I don' t give a whether I live or die | |
| I' m a paint this world a portrait of my mind | |
| Show ' em, if they deny it blow ' em | |
| Niggas gon' give me mines | |
| And get in line for the torture | |
| I swear, run any closer to air | |
| My bullets travel wit' prayers | |
| Guns blazin' in pairs | |
| Who the nigga you fear | |
| JA Rule, mother er | |
| All my hoes and hustlers | |
| Ride wit' me | |
| Get a feelin' on how this world did me | |
| Was curious ' till it all hit me | |
| But its clear now | |
| Though it' s a narrow hall that I stare down | |
| I' m huggin' the bars kissin' the ground | |
| in' around wit' the Rule nigga | |
| What you tryin to do | |
| Make me put a hole in you | |
| And your bitch too | |
| Let' s make this an issue | |
| How we do it thug style | |
| Turn the lights off world | |
| Enter the lockdown | |
| Chorus | |
| Nemesis | |
| This is a nigga livin' his life | |
| In gripes wit' the world | |
| I need to be high and cop ice girl | |
| a price girl | |
| With no problems at all | |
| I' m ready to ball | |
| On call killers from Atlanta to Dainamall | |
| NY baby, you see why | |
| We the world' s murderous guys | |
| With Mafia ties | |
| around and die | |
| It found myself me and my nine | |
| Doin' a jooks stickin to crime | |
| A true crook in 99 | |
| My nigga you holdin me down | |
| We around | |
| And start killin' these clowns | |
| We' re hittin' ' em now | |
| Fools, lie down | |
| Quaters to halves to pounds | |
| Nigga I' m seein' triple of the breakdown | |
| That' s what I make now | |
| And nothin' flake now | |
| the law | |
| 5050 love showed across the board | |
| I' m a crook ready for war | |
| Mutha a spittin' gutta for sure | |
| That' s on my life pushin the ready | |
| Rock steady | |
| On every block, aiight! | |
| Chorus | |
| Ja Rule | |
| the world if they can' t see | |
| I' m a bastard hollerin' ' me!' | |
| Blaze to the death and die with dignity | |
| For the life of me | |
| I just wanna remain | |
| A nigga that' s loyally loved through his levels of pain | |
| And I won' t be contained | |
| Even if you incarcerate | |
| Still I' m only in chains | |
| Bury bread and stash the range | |
| It' s how a thug would do things | |
| Get arraigned, start diggin' for change | |
| Then get back in the game | |
| And try to see through my thoughts why | |
| You ain' t read yfor whats on my mind | |
| Too inclined | |
| One of Gods feared and most greatest design | |
| See, any nigga that lies | |
| Is a nigga you watch | |
| Make him easy to dot | |
| Send him in a raggedy box | |
| You lookin me in my eyes, huh? | |
| What you see? My vision for pain? | |
| My lust for sluts and whores? | |
| I' m a wild nigga | |
| Might a heard of my foul niggas | |
| Ya' ll aint ready | |
| It' s in murda | |
| You bitch niggas | |
| Chorus x2 |
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