作曲 : Boykin, Nance, Smith, Snoddy ... | |
Meet them | |
Chicago-Rillas | |
Yeah..And we some cold hard killas | |
Meet them | |
Chicago-Rillas | |
Yeah..We came to get that scrilla [Mikkey] | |
Uh, point blank | |
Charlie, I’m that nigga | |
Been killing them | |
Kanye tracks before | |
Jigga Hooked with | |
No ID when | |
Kanye moved to | |
NY I was in the hundreds runnin’ around totaled semis | |
Left Cash | |
Money and started my own empire | |
And we don’t do no bird call, bitch we been fly | |
And we won’t kiss another man in the mouth, we | |
GANGSTA But we will run up in your house and stain ya | |
Close range murder remain ya | |
Empty the whole clip plus what’s in the chamber | |
And if this won’t help you | |
Joe you know what we aim for | |
Lower that ice boy you know what we came for, nigga | |
Act like it we gon’ put you to sleep | |
We owe everything worth some even your teeth | |
And beef, you don’t want, it | |
I promise that | |
This is south homicide of | |
Chicago, honor that [Chorus] [Rhymefest] | |
You could never hold this block like | |
I do You grew up with a house full of women and let your momma pussify you | |
Started gangbangin’ in high school | |
Got your ass whipped and you stopped gangbangin’ in high school | |
This is something to ride to | |
Bitch ho wonderful | |
Twista, Common and | |
Kanye look real comfortable | |
Bump, Fest and | |
Mikkey fin a snatch it from under you | |
I’ll help a nigga bag dependin’ on how my numbers do | |
Huh, and this ain’t | |
Wayne talkin’ greazy, greazy | |
This is just your mannerisms and they need me, need me | |
I’m a gremlin out the 12 ho feed me, feed me | |
Girls we got it’s too hot for | |
TV, TV THA | |
T’S RIIIIG | |
HT, Naw it ain’t | |
Jeezy, Jeezy | |
Them Chicago- | |
Rillas gon’ snatch ya freebie | |
Wear it around the hood, believe me | |
And when you want it back the price moved up like | |
George and | |
Weezie I will never sit, y’all will never tell | |
When the heat is on, | |
I will never bail | |
I will, never--let a stud extort me | |
I’ll run up in your house with my leaking wing fin a spit poetry | |
I’ll put a punk head with a floor beat | |
I’m like bullets flying through the hood, you can’t ignore me | |
BITCH [Chorus] [Bump J] | |
My crew is thorough | |
I see life through a barrel | |
I’m clean ‘cause | |
I make green like blue and yellow | |
I got a deal, | |
I ain’t flash-you’ll ball out | |
I went in cops with crates of guns and passed ’em all out | |
I’m that hood, make rappers call it quits | |
I’ve been good, | |
Atlantic just made it all legit | |
It’s all real, y’all rappers just act hard | |
And we spend money like it grows in our backyard | |
The MAC-11 is with me, | |
I’m going well over 80 | |
In that navy blue 760 | |
And I’m headed towards the hundreds, the king of the city | |
Going to get this money (with Rhymefest and Mikkey, NIGGA) | |
Crossing them, you’re dead wrong | |
I will grab that chrome | |
Put it on your head like some head phones | |
You don’t want | |
Bump to squeeze ’till the legs gone | |
Block bloody murder, redrum (redrum, NIGGA) [Chorus] |
zuo qu : Boykin, Nance, Smith, Snoddy ... | |
Meet them | |
ChicagoRillas | |
Yeah.. And we some cold hard killas | |
Meet them | |
ChicagoRillas | |
Yeah.. We came to get that scrilla Mikkey | |
Uh, point blank | |
Charlie, I' m that nigga | |
Been killing them | |
Kanye tracks before | |
Jigga Hooked with | |
No ID when | |
Kanye moved to | |
NY I was in the hundreds runnin' around totaled semis | |
Left Cash | |
Money and started my own empire | |
And we don' t do no bird call, bitch we been fly | |
And we won' t kiss another man in the mouth, we | |
GANGSTA But we will run up in your house and stain ya | |
Close range murder remain ya | |
Empty the whole clip plus what' s in the chamber | |
And if this won' t help you | |
Joe you know what we aim for | |
Lower that ice boy you know what we came for, nigga | |
Act like it we gon' put you to sleep | |
We owe everything worth some even your teeth | |
And beef, you don' t want, it | |
I promise that | |
This is south homicide of | |
Chicago, honor that Chorus Rhymefest | |
You could never hold this block like | |
I do You grew up with a house full of women and let your momma pussify you | |
Started gangbangin' in high school | |
Got your ass whipped and you stopped gangbangin' in high school | |
This is something to ride to | |
Bitch ho wonderful | |
Twista, Common and | |
Kanye look real comfortable | |
Bump, Fest and | |
Mikkey fin a snatch it from under you | |
I' ll help a nigga bag dependin' on how my numbers do | |
Huh, and this ain' t | |
Wayne talkin' greazy, greazy | |
This is just your mannerisms and they need me, need me | |
I' m a gremlin out the 12 ho feed me, feed me | |
Girls we got it' s too hot for | |
TV, TV THA | |
T' S RIIIIG | |
HT, Naw it ain' t | |
Jeezy, Jeezy | |
Them Chicago | |
Rillas gon' snatch ya freebie | |
Wear it around the hood, believe me | |
And when you want it back the price moved up like | |
George and | |
Weezie I will never sit, y' all will never tell | |
When the heat is on, | |
I will never bail | |
I will, neverlet a stud extort me | |
I' ll run up in your house with my leaking wing fin a spit poetry | |
I' ll put a punk head with a floor beat | |
I' m like bullets flying through the hood, you can' t ignore me | |
BITCH Chorus Bump J | |
My crew is thorough | |
I see life through a barrel | |
I' m clean ' cause | |
I make green like blue and yellow | |
I got a deal, | |
I ain' t flashyou' ll ball out | |
I went in cops with crates of guns and passed ' em all out | |
I' m that hood, make rappers call it quits | |
I' ve been good, | |
Atlantic just made it all legit | |
It' s all real, y' all rappers just act hard | |
And we spend money like it grows in our backyard | |
The MAC11 is with me, | |
I' m going well over 80 | |
In that navy blue 760 | |
And I' m headed towards the hundreds, the king of the city | |
Going to get this money with Rhymefest and Mikkey, NIGGA | |
Crossing them, you' re dead wrong | |
I will grab that chrome | |
Put it on your head like some head phones | |
You don' t want | |
Bump to squeeze ' till the legs gone | |
Block bloody murder, redrum redrum, NIGGA Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Boykin, Nance, Smith, Snoddy ... | |
Meet them | |
ChicagoRillas | |
Yeah.. And we some cold hard killas | |
Meet them | |
ChicagoRillas | |
Yeah.. We came to get that scrilla Mikkey | |
Uh, point blank | |
Charlie, I' m that nigga | |
Been killing them | |
Kanye tracks before | |
Jigga Hooked with | |
No ID when | |
Kanye moved to | |
NY I was in the hundreds runnin' around totaled semis | |
Left Cash | |
Money and started my own empire | |
And we don' t do no bird call, bitch we been fly | |
And we won' t kiss another man in the mouth, we | |
GANGSTA But we will run up in your house and stain ya | |
Close range murder remain ya | |
Empty the whole clip plus what' s in the chamber | |
And if this won' t help you | |
Joe you know what we aim for | |
Lower that ice boy you know what we came for, nigga | |
Act like it we gon' put you to sleep | |
We owe everything worth some even your teeth | |
And beef, you don' t want, it | |
I promise that | |
This is south homicide of | |
Chicago, honor that Chorus Rhymefest | |
You could never hold this block like | |
I do You grew up with a house full of women and let your momma pussify you | |
Started gangbangin' in high school | |
Got your ass whipped and you stopped gangbangin' in high school | |
This is something to ride to | |
Bitch ho wonderful | |
Twista, Common and | |
Kanye look real comfortable | |
Bump, Fest and | |
Mikkey fin a snatch it from under you | |
I' ll help a nigga bag dependin' on how my numbers do | |
Huh, and this ain' t | |
Wayne talkin' greazy, greazy | |
This is just your mannerisms and they need me, need me | |
I' m a gremlin out the 12 ho feed me, feed me | |
Girls we got it' s too hot for | |
TV, TV THA | |
T' S RIIIIG | |
HT, Naw it ain' t | |
Jeezy, Jeezy | |
Them Chicago | |
Rillas gon' snatch ya freebie | |
Wear it around the hood, believe me | |
And when you want it back the price moved up like | |
George and | |
Weezie I will never sit, y' all will never tell | |
When the heat is on, | |
I will never bail | |
I will, neverlet a stud extort me | |
I' ll run up in your house with my leaking wing fin a spit poetry | |
I' ll put a punk head with a floor beat | |
I' m like bullets flying through the hood, you can' t ignore me | |
BITCH Chorus Bump J | |
My crew is thorough | |
I see life through a barrel | |
I' m clean ' cause | |
I make green like blue and yellow | |
I got a deal, | |
I ain' t flashyou' ll ball out | |
I went in cops with crates of guns and passed ' em all out | |
I' m that hood, make rappers call it quits | |
I' ve been good, | |
Atlantic just made it all legit | |
It' s all real, y' all rappers just act hard | |
And we spend money like it grows in our backyard | |
The MAC11 is with me, | |
I' m going well over 80 | |
In that navy blue 760 | |
And I' m headed towards the hundreds, the king of the city | |
Going to get this money with Rhymefest and Mikkey, NIGGA | |
Crossing them, you' re dead wrong | |
I will grab that chrome | |
Put it on your head like some head phones | |
You don' t want | |
Bump to squeeze ' till the legs gone | |
Block bloody murder, redrum redrum, NIGGA Chorus |