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作词 : Bone, Flesh-n-Bone, Thomas |
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Give it to 'em, bring your gun |
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Give it to 'em, bring your gun |
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Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? |
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To death, death, death |
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************* with the *************s with the guns |
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And you might get shot, get shot |
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Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? |
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To death, death death |
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You could be the first to feel the heat |
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To see how much we got, we got |
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I still be the thuggish ruggish ************* |
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Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots |
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Still don't give a ************* about the law |
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Still run with a pump in my car and ************* who you are |
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You're ******g with a couple of *************s that's really insane |
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I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a name |
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It's the game and we done loosened up a couple strings |
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And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain |
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Besides that, ain't nothin' changed |
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Look at me now |
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I'm still a thug, ************* |
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I still smoke bud |
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You know I still represent |
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St. Clair wig split *************t, ************* what? |
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This is Bone |
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Thugs *************s |
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Thinkin' I told you but we put it down like that |
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And whoever we got to ************* up to prove that we do it |
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And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house? |
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Original Cleveland |
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Criminals*************s just send em subliminal messages |
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Like 'Murda, mo murder murder' |
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Never forgot where we come from |
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Watch how you move your tongue' |
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Cause I got *************s that's ready to jump off in your ass |
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And smash and crash, protect my *************s for combat |
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Leathaface at ya and on your ass like |
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I was a heat seeker |
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Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in |
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ClevelandI be the smoothest little ************* you can meet me |
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But ************* you ************* with me then |
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I'm a ************* with you |
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Introduce you to this heat, |
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I sweep the street |
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When I draw down, let me hear you say, "************* the law now" |
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Rawest *************s in the town ready to thug and go down |
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Go pound for pound, ************* that's the motto |
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Let me see you throw them things and if it's real |
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************* keep it real show me your game |
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I'm sure gonna claim what the ************* is mine |
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My ************* I'll take it grab a player hater by the neck |
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Choke him out and try to break it |
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Gimme your money, drop them keys |
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It's a jack move ************* and since you haters ain't got no business |
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That's how we attack your *************t |
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************* we'll smack your ************* in the middle of the |
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GrammyAnd the media might ban me, ************* this |
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Mo Thug Family is for real |
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Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? |
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To death, death, death |
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************* with the *************s with the guns |
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And you might get shot, get shot |
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Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? |
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To death, death death |
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You could be the first to feel the heat |
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To see how much we got, we got |
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Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money |
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Before it all gets spent up and you wanna get rid of |
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A hood ************* with game and every ************* said |
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I'm a good ************* |
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******' with the wood grain |
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Everybody still playin' that hood game quiet |
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Especially when it's tired |
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My environment ain't nothin' but *************s dieing |
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In them chemical fed injections in |
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Jasper Texas |
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Split up these *************s off in different sections |
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Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic |
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Chastity for my daughter wad up a *************s |
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ShermAnd come listen to the sermon |
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Swervin' in my |
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Suburban, lick it up with the bottle |
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But everybody know |
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I got some problems |
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Had dreams of the |
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ApolloThe fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run |
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A ************* not insane, *************s still with me |
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Bone, somehow they turn up |
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Run up and get your sign |
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Run blindly, elevate through time nowhere to hide |
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Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off head |
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************* you drippin' soakin' with bloody body be beggin' me |
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You know what you should've capped like 2 |
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Pac with a glock |
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They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker |
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You know you done ****** up, don't you *************s? |
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Runnin' up blastin' gas craters |
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What the ************* you thought you saw with your head in the sky? |
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Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane for the untamed |
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Insane human only the |
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Fifth Dawg |
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************* you thought mother****** fame |
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For the fact the *************t is a phat game |
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Going remain number one in the |
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LandFlesh, strangle the gang, bang bang, bang |
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I dropped five guards in the name of the |
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Lord I say |
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Now how many times will |
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I have to slay today? |
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Will I raise my guage? |
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Oh GodHow will |
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I teach ya, but it's these tactics that he daily practice |
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They gonna let you don't have it? |
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Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards |
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Blast it, we sons of assassins |
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Match it, collecting more cash |
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That's true, you're feeling that |
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*************s said all my babies get a million |
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Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous blow |
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I call on my mighty |
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ArchangelGonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo' |
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We the tightest you know |
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Mo, the Mighty |
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Yes trues humbly united my family never divided |
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Desperado, |
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Thug Line, |
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Mo Thug, Millennium, |
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Seventh Sign |
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For the FB |
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I you wanna come test my enterprise? |
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************* you better go think twice and open up your mother******g eyes |
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These *************s can't ************* with the fifth dawg finna parlay |
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Everyday stormin' your way you better lay low |
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So you might just duck when |
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I buck guage |
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Can't you see my *************s having a ball all day |
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Since we having a ball all day, mother******s player hate |
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Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? |
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To death, death, death |
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************* with the *************s with the guns |
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And you might get shot, get shot |
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Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? |
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To death, death death |
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You could be the first to feel the heat |
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To see how much we got, we got |