| 作曲 : Haynes | |
| (This is what I gotta do) | |
| Mic Check! | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Well if you can't beat em', join em', build a memoriam | |
| This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket | |
| My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it | |
| I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do | |
| Life 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck soon, my tool iller starts | |
| Could make the world around my lost souls keep my mind in two colds | |
| Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose | |
| I cited murder flows, on the low I contra flows the way that its supposed to be | |
| I keep 10 rings around the frozery | |
| I'm bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries | |
| I need a lout with 3 blunders, fuck another night of hunger | |
| I been a good man and I don't deserve to suffer | |
| After this night, I'll return to being peaceful I put this on my people | |
| Working exchange and worth the peep though, yo | |
| Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill | |
| Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal | |
| Yo those were the days when it was really real | |
| Yo those were the days when it was really real | |
| But we'll, all get it back together one day | |
| But until then its stuff gunspray | |
| I bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day | |
| But anyway gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now | |
| Wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, and stop to caught bring my hideout | |
| Lie down you two niggaz in a second now | |
| First brother shook with fear, and the second nigga caught a smile, wow | |
| You doing that why don't you strip white Gaza | |
| This nigga yells you "well youse a frontin ass roster" | |
| By my actions I have to say that thats true | |
| But shut the fuck up I didnt ask you | |
| I might blast you, If I have to, no mask | |
| They can't find me, even if you ID | |
| But yo thanks for checking me, then unexpectedly | |
| This pet nigga right behind the counter started wettin' me | |
| 9 mm weaponry or ya be sleepin on the chest next to me | |
| Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me | |
| Nature of the arm going clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin | |
| All my enemies out on the block, plus the government is smiling | |
| Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing | |
| They plans run in precisely, "this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely" | |
| Ghetto stress have my own fuckin people ice me | |
| If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor | |
| Another landmark of the ghetto I saw | |
| Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo | |
| Its not worth it ([echoes]nooooooooo) | |
| [Three Men talking] | |
| [Man 1:] Yo oh shit this dude got shot! | |
| [Man 2:] He got shot? | |
| [Man 1:] Yeah fucking shot dawg tryna rob a store | |
| [Man 3:] What? The fuck is this!? | |
| [Man 1:] Thats fucked up yo | |
| [Man 2:] We gotta get out of here | |
| [Man 1:] Yo this ain't cool | |
| [Man 3:] Yo where you goin? | |
| [Man 2:] We gotta get the fuck out of here, this nigga wildin, HE WILDIN IM | |
| OUT!.......yo I think I went to high school with this kid |
| zuo qu : Haynes | |
| This is what I gotta do | |
| Mic Check! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Well if you can' t beat em', join em', build a memoriam | |
| This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket | |
| My man who just did a bid said you haven' t tried it don' t knock it | |
| I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do | |
| Life 40 acres and a mule I' m down to buck soon, my tool iller starts | |
| Could make the world around my lost souls keep my mind in two colds | |
| Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose | |
| I cited murder flows, on the low I contra flows the way that its supposed to be | |
| I keep 10 rings around the frozery | |
| I' m bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries | |
| I need a lout with 3 blunders, fuck another night of hunger | |
| I been a good man and I don' t deserve to suffer | |
| After this night, I' ll return to being peaceful I put this on my people | |
| Working exchange and worth the peep though, yo | |
| Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill | |
| Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal | |
| Yo those were the days when it was really real | |
| Yo those were the days when it was really real | |
| But we' ll, all get it back together one day | |
| But until then its stuff gunspray | |
| I bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day | |
| But anyway gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now | |
| Wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, and stop to caught bring my hideout | |
| Lie down you two niggaz in a second now | |
| First brother shook with fear, and the second nigga caught a smile, wow | |
| You doing that why don' t you strip white Gaza | |
| This nigga yells you " well youse a frontin ass roster" | |
| By my actions I have to say that thats true | |
| But shut the fuck up I didnt ask you | |
| I might blast you, If I have to, no mask | |
| They can' t find me, even if you ID | |
| But yo thanks for checking me, then unexpectedly | |
| This pet nigga right behind the counter started wettin' me | |
| 9 mm weaponry or ya be sleepin on the chest next to me | |
| Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me | |
| Nature of the arm going clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin | |
| All my enemies out on the block, plus the government is smiling | |
| Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing | |
| They plans run in precisely, " this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely" | |
| Ghetto stress have my own fuckin people ice me | |
| If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor | |
| Another landmark of the ghetto I saw | |
| Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo | |
| Its not worth it echoes nooooooooo | |
| Three Men talking | |
| Man 1: Yo oh shit this dude got shot! | |
| Man 2: He got shot? | |
| Man 1: Yeah fucking shot dawg tryna rob a store | |
| Man 3: What? The fuck is this!? | |
| Man 1: Thats fucked up yo | |
| Man 2: We gotta get out of here | |
| Man 1: Yo this ain' t cool | |
| Man 3: Yo where you goin? | |
| Man 2: We gotta get the fuck out of here, this nigga wildin, HE WILDIN IM | |
| OUT!....... yo I think I went to high school with this kid |
| zuò qǔ : Haynes | |
| This is what I gotta do | |
| Mic Check! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Well if you can' t beat em', join em', build a memoriam | |
| This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket | |
| My man who just did a bid said you haven' t tried it don' t knock it | |
| I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do | |
| Life 40 acres and a mule I' m down to buck soon, my tool iller starts | |
| Could make the world around my lost souls keep my mind in two colds | |
| Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose | |
| I cited murder flows, on the low I contra flows the way that its supposed to be | |
| I keep 10 rings around the frozery | |
| I' m bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries | |
| I need a lout with 3 blunders, fuck another night of hunger | |
| I been a good man and I don' t deserve to suffer | |
| After this night, I' ll return to being peaceful I put this on my people | |
| Working exchange and worth the peep though, yo | |
| Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill | |
| Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal | |
| Yo those were the days when it was really real | |
| Yo those were the days when it was really real | |
| But we' ll, all get it back together one day | |
| But until then its stuff gunspray | |
| I bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day | |
| But anyway gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now | |
| Wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, and stop to caught bring my hideout | |
| Lie down you two niggaz in a second now | |
| First brother shook with fear, and the second nigga caught a smile, wow | |
| You doing that why don' t you strip white Gaza | |
| This nigga yells you " well youse a frontin ass roster" | |
| By my actions I have to say that thats true | |
| But shut the fuck up I didnt ask you | |
| I might blast you, If I have to, no mask | |
| They can' t find me, even if you ID | |
| But yo thanks for checking me, then unexpectedly | |
| This pet nigga right behind the counter started wettin' me | |
| 9 mm weaponry or ya be sleepin on the chest next to me | |
| Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me | |
| Nature of the arm going clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin | |
| All my enemies out on the block, plus the government is smiling | |
| Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing | |
| They plans run in precisely, " this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely" | |
| Ghetto stress have my own fuckin people ice me | |
| If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor | |
| Another landmark of the ghetto I saw | |
| Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo | |
| Its not worth it echoes nooooooooo | |
| Three Men talking | |
| Man 1: Yo oh shit this dude got shot! | |
| Man 2: He got shot? | |
| Man 1: Yeah fucking shot dawg tryna rob a store | |
| Man 3: What? The fuck is this!? | |
| Man 1: Thats fucked up yo | |
| Man 2: We gotta get out of here | |
| Man 1: Yo this ain' t cool | |
| Man 3: Yo where you goin? | |
| Man 2: We gotta get the fuck out of here, this nigga wildin, HE WILDIN IM | |
| OUT!....... yo I think I went to high school with this kid |
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