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作曲 : Edwards, English, Harris ... |
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Jadakiss: |
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Yeah Sheek: |
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Uh Huh, D |
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Block Jadakiss: |
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D Block, You with me |
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Louch? Sheek: |
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You know it my ****** |
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Jadakiss: |
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Yeah I know |
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Sheek: Yeah |
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Jadakiss: |
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You know why we do this right? |
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Sheek: Why's that dog? |
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Jadakiss: |
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Make these ******z feel us all the time, everytime |
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Sheek: Walk wit us |
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Jadakiss: |
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Are we the best or what? |
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Sheek: Who the ****** else |
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Sheek Yo, we do nuthin', we are nuthin' (true) |
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I ain't pullin' my blade if |
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I won't scar nuthin' |
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I ain't pullin' my gun if |
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I won't shoot ******t, that's useless (why would I do that) |
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I'll kill ya whole family, that's ruthless (you ****** ******) |
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You could die ****** |
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I ain't droppin a tear, |
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I ain't thinkin twice ******, you ain't my ****** (you ain't my ******) |
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I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you (uh uh) |
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I got a problem with you, |
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I'mma let the heat whistle |
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This is real ******t, ****** |
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I peel ******t (tell em') |
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I'm harder than concrete and steel mixed (who's better) |
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I wanna kill ******z (kill em) |
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You think it's part of the verse, it's part of the curse, and |
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I don't really feel ******z (I don't feel y'all) |
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They say stop the viloence, but |
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I gotta join in it (I'm gonna join in it) |
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I'm in the hooptie with 3 |
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Ki's a boy in it |
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This is pay day, ****** what they say (****** em') |
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D Block, grab your handguns and |
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A-K's Chorus 2x: |
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Bang that ******t off, clap that kid up |
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Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up |
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Any block frontin', gon' wet that ******t up |
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It don't mean nuthin' to me! |
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J Hood: Yeah! |
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What up! D |
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Block! Verse 2 |
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J Hood Yo yo, ayo, ayo yo |
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Yo its the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment |
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Hoodied up, stickin your grandfather for his retirement (what up!) |
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Talkin super hard when |
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I know that you ******-made (******) |
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Stab ya ass in the espohigus with a switchblade |
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Take it out and straight saw off your ribcage (all that) |
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Pour gasoline on the matress where your kids lay |
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J Hood, D |
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Block, respect the name and the click (D Block!) |
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Whoever ain't feelin' this song could suck my ****** |
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Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out |
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To make sure he don't survive, ******, |
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I'm snubbin him out (******!) |
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Make you drink a bottle of |
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Chlorox, hit you with four shots |
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They can't determine the cause of your death in your autops' |
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You scared? |
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Don't come outside, the streets is serious (stay home) |
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My ribs touchin, |
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I'm starvin', trigger happy, and furious |
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We could do it whenever, wherever, ****** set a date (what up!) remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face (******!) |
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Chorus 2x |
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Jadakiss: |
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Uh huh, yeah, what, haha! |
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Yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh, yeah |
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Verse 3 Jadakiss |
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Ayo, kill one of mine, |
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I'mma kill one of yours (that's right) |
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It ain't bitin' for base, but they still want it raw (you know it) |
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Y'all ******z think y'all do dirt, we do it more (more) |
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My man turned 14 ******rts into a store (you got it!) |
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Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it (uh huh) |
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The dead president **** |
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Chris Tucker was ******' with |
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There's 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary (yeah) |
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Hammers and the |
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Hawks is on the itinorary (what) |
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Anywhere, any block, clap any iron (any iron) |
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And beat ******z 'till you can't identify em' |
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D Block my ****** (uh huh) |
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To the ******z on cure perscription and |
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Ki-lock my ****** (got ya) |
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What, it don't mean nuthin' (nuthin) |
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And you got the rights to bang a ****** wherever you want if he frontin' (yeah) |
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We done starved together and burned some scriller |
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Now we doin' it again, it's your turn gorilla (doin' it again baby!) |
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Chorus 2x |
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Verse 4 Sheek |
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Uh, you want it with who? (huh?) |
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You can't be talkin' to |
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Louch or none of his crew (never) |
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We poppin' you quick (yeah) |
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Put big knives in you, ******, get off our ****** (get off our ******) |
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White Air's and white |
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T's get filthy quick |
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And we ain't caughin' or sneezin', but the camp is sick (haha) |
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Uh, stop frontin', y'all don't wanna pull triggers (nah) |
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Lifetime, |
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Sex In the |
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City ass ******z (yeah) |
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Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass ******z (uh) |
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Put big scars on the pretty ass ******z (yeah) |
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I'll pull up wit a hooptie at a black tie affair |
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And smack the ****** out a boozie ****** like a bear (come here ******) |
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Crime don't pay, who the ****** said that? (huh?) |
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How much you think |
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I'm gettin' for his chain, where my gat? |
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****** act up, |
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I'll let it rip in his back (brattt!) |
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You know who it is from coast to coast (who) |
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Thug ******z keep clappin' ya toast |
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What up!? |
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Chorus 2x |