[00:00.00] 作词 : Gibbs, Jones, White
[00:21.25]I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum
[00:23.32]Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum
[00:26.32]Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray
[00:29.52]Smoke signals from the haze
[00:31.58]I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke
[00:34.32]That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off
[00:36.82]The infrastructure cave in, amazin'
[00:38.51]I ain't have to read the Art of War to slay men
[00:41.82]Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless
[00:43.64]When they momma love the kid's records, I've made you gutless
[00:46.32]You don't know struggle, throw couple shells at you
[00:49.13]Hell grabs you, nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine
[00:51.58]I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen
[00:54.82]Gave you chumps a path to walk
[00:56.84]Hold my hand, I'm a guide you like the O.G.
[00:58.91]But don't talk, don't get it confused
[01:00.41]'Cause none y'all can fit in my shoes
[01:02.21]Y'all made of chemicals, artificial accents
[01:04.09]God'll forgive you bastards
[01:05.53]Only if ya'll repent to the Nazareth Savage
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[01:17.62]I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?
[01:20.05]Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished
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[01:23.25]Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla
[01:26.54]Can't come close to Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah
[01:30.48]You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes
[01:32.35]With the gladiator tattoos on it
[01:34.11]You scared to look too long at
[01:35.78]Sit on a don's lap tell you a story, shorty
[01:38.28]Spicy like lories, chicken heads and orgies
[01:41.08]Criminals that draw heat in their late forties
[01:43.57]Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours
[01:45.83]Sendin' you a picture of them in they drawers with black eyes
[01:49.19]Savage guys, you hire Magnum P.I.'s to bag up my guys
[01:52.94]Said you was a thug with a good disguise
[01:55.50]Try to protect your cabbage
[01:56.87]You runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
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[02:08.38]Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary
[02:11.25]Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies
[02:14.14]And all of y'all wear that same aroma
[02:16.64]How to blow on your eighth L.P, I'll show ya
[02:19.56]You're whack, nigga, face it
[02:21.49]In the history of the game, you have no placement
[02:24.31]Liquor and weed just massacred their mind
[02:26.86]Or the celebrity or they couldn't change with time
[02:29.69]So now they run they mouth
[02:31.32]But when the sun go south, the guns come out
[02:33.63]My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin
[02:35.95]Casualty wanna you be, don't don't want it me, with straight savage