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作词 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... |
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Come on, come on |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
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I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks |
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Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them k's spark |
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Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas |
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Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas |
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How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it |
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Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head |
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Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin |
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Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin |
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They dressin' in black, prepared for combat |
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Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks |
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Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust |
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You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck |
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You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out |
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That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth |
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Get erased, my nigga (my nigga) |
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Look here: i leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga) |
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No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga) |
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Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga |
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Look here: you can play if you wanna get down |
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Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found |
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(hook [b.g.]) |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (whaa?) |
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We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up |
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[juvenile] |
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I was wrong for a lot of shit that i'ma take to my grave |
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Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave |
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Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - i stay in some beef |
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Baby and slim keep tellin' me, "juvenile, stay off them streets." |
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I can't help - i draw attention; they be fuckin' with me |
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I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets |
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A lil' nigga in the rolls screamin', "fuck the police!" |
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Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east |
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Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself |
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In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health |
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I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck |
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My life is four hundred degrees, so i bust 'em up |
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Still stickin' to the g-code, ree's, and b's |
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Quit drinkin', but i will smoke some weed indeed |
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All they understand is my project english |
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And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis |
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(hook-4x [b.g.]) |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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[b.g.] |
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I run the streets 'cause i'm real if it's daylight or dark |
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You a killer, nigga? (eah?) ain't no fear in my heart |
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I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war |
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I'll even go k for k with ya - now make your choice |
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Better know when i'm in beef that i be creepin', nigga |
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Better know that i'm a snake, and i'ma sneak ya, nigga |
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Each time i hit the corner, i be leavin' niggas |
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Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga |
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Nothin' change - i'm on tv, i don't play with you niggas |
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Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas |
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And empty a hundred out that k |
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Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me |
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I've been in the game - niggas know what i'm 'bout |
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So many murders under my belt, i done lost count |
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If you wanna be another number, my nigga |
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Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga |
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(hook [b.g.]) |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (whaa?) |
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Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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[lil wayne] |
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Hello, world |
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I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop porsche boxter |
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Young mobster, wild and obnoxious |
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Pop some in your dreadlocks - what? me not no rookie, boy |
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Glock cookin', boy |
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I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy |
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Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin' |
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Spark or lace somethin' |
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Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' |
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Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call america |
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And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible |
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If i live to be old, it's a miracle |
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'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical |
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That's why i keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo |
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Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you |
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Don't blame me, society changed me |
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You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar |
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Cut off lights, we masked riders |
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The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake |
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With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch |
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(hook [b.g.]) |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (ooohh!) |
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(did you see that?) |
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We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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(did you see that?) |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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Boy, look, |
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We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) |
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Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) |
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[b.g. (talking)] |
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Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me |
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We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin' |
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And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (hot! hot! hot!) boy$, nigga |
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Let 'em burn, nigga |
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Let 'em burn, nigga |
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B.geezy, lil wheezy, juvy, two tymer |