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作词 : Cartagena, Clinton, Collins ... |
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Excuse me while I sing to you |
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I'm being real and that's the thing to do |
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I'm just living and loving |
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Smoking and ******g (Yeah uh) |
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Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid **** fresh) |
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If I can't get no love then I can touch you |
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(*************t is fly, throw back ya heard me) |
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[Chorus] |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah |
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(We ridin' on these *************s come on) |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad) |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my *************s) |
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(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don) |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you |
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[Fat Joe] |
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You mother******s must be crazy |
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I been doin' this *************t since the eighties |
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Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby |
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It's the kid still holdin' the crown |
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Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound |
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And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them *************s do dirt |
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Come to find out they ain't put in no work |
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An now my feelings is hurt |
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Cause they decided that they wanted to murk |
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But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth |
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Cause I'm a mother******' rider |
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You can see the pain in my face |
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Got no problem exchangin' the hate |
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They got me fightin' a case |
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And if I blow will I face a fifteen |
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And I'll probably do it all in the pen |
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But yo I'm livin' with it |
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Death before dishonor for my *************s that ride |
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A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha |
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Death before dishonor for my *************s that ride |
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A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride |
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You mother******s need to know that |
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[Chorus] |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you |
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[Baby] |
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Hey Joe |
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We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta ************* |
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I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time |
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Out of line, I bust with my tech nine |
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Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues |
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Ol' ************* ass ************* with his ************* ass crews |
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It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac |
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I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks |
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It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me later |
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Duck ass *************s, we deal with 'em later |
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First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog |
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And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy |
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Tell them ************* ass *************s, break bread with the boy |
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Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy |
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Tell Big Pun *************, Stunna ride for the boy |
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Win or lose I ride for my boy |
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It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click |
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We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks ************* |
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[Chorus] |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you |
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[Scarface] |
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*************s tell me money talk |
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But bull*************t is walkin' out on four feet |
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That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street |
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I'll be a ************* till it's said and done |
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I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run |
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I keep my forty cal ******ed cause these *************s on my block bang |
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Right up the street from where the cops hang |
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And in my head I hear Pac sang |
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And then them ru*************n' memories make me cry till I can't stop man |
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Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die |
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That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin' |
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My whole life's filled with danger |
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Never been a stranger to homicide |
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My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys |
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And *************s fightin' for position |
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The demon has risen from out of prison |
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Now I'm losin' my religion |
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That's how I'm feeling when I'm ******' with you |
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Cause I don't ************* with you, now I'm bustin' at you |
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So ************* you dude |
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[Chorus] |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh) |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money Millionaires uh come on) |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack) |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) |
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I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack) |
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) |
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[Scarface talking] |
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Dedicated to my homeboy Pac |
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Love daddy |
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Facemob in the house |
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Fat Joe and it don't stop |
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Come on |