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作曲 : Baldwin, Diaz, Luviner, Price |
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You don't really want a close encounter |
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This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers |
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I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place |
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Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
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And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good |
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Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook |
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Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks |
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Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks |
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[Verse 1: Sean Price] |
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Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track |
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The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts |
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Keys to the 'Lac, ****** in the back, foot on the gas |
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Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass |
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Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, ****** |
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"You gonna ****** up your career, you hear?" ****** the rap ******t |
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I make the same money when I hustle this crack ******t |
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Probably make more 'cause a ****** don't pay no taxes |
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Access the gun's off the earth axis |
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Axis of evil, the evil 'll leave your hat split |
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Ruck flow is like "****** you, God" |
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I don't wanna rhyme, I need a construction job |
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Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew |
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Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too |
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I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth |
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Sean Price, ****** you riffin' about? Shut the ****** up, yeah |
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[Hook: Block McCloud] |
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You don't really want a close encounter |
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This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers |
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I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place |
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Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
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And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good |
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Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook |
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Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks |
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Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks |
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[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] |
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I put you in the ******' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black |
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That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at |
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You read "Behold a Pale Horse"? Well, I authored that |
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And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat |
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I don't trust nobody, cousin, I'm a cautious cat |
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I see inside your eyes, it's where demonic forces at |
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****** around and get laced with the Luger |
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If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah |
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My place is the future, everybody say "The boy nice" |
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Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price |
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I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest around |
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I'm just sayin' I'm the nicest with the knife and the pound |
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I'm strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block |
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You the type to take a L and ******' call the cops |
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Cross the other side of street because you saw it's hot |
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Call me Mike Fratello baby, 'cause I call the shots, yeah, ****** |
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[Hook: Block McCloud] |
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You don't really want a close encounter |
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This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers |
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I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place |
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Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
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And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good |
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Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook |
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Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks |
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Type you don't wanna fight wit |
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[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] |
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I'm comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections |
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Even the mutha ******' devil was there when I blessed him |
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Better selection of clappers then you |
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Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you |
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I've had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament |
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About the war and our apocalyptic president |
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About how I studied the science of raw |
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How I carry Desert Eagle's and defy it's a law |
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My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses |
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They say I'm deranged, disconnected and dangerous |
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My rap is sharp enough to slash your ******' veins and wrist |
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I'll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists |
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My forty cal' is ******' dyin' to bust |
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It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust |
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Yeah, I'm tryin' to organize with people I identify |
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While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah |
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[Hook: Block McCloud] |
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You don't really want a close encounter |
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This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers |
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I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place |
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Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
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And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good |
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Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook |
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Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks |
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Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |