| 作词 : Paris | |
| (Paris) | |
| Now what would you do, if I blast | |
| all up in yo' shit, motherfuck the whole staff | |
| Niggaz know I flow, nine millimeter shittin slugs | |
| I'm seein bloody bodies on the motherfuckin rug | |
| Six o'clock be the time if it's on let it be | |
| You see it in my eyes, ridin through, hella deep | |
| See, bitch you ain't gon' do me like you did Da Lench Mob | |
| I'm decorated in this game, I played too motherfuckin long | |
| Now - I ain't gotta name nobody name | |
| All I'm knowin is the whole fuckin roster is complainin | |
| Talkin bout these white boys tryin to do promotion | |
| And white bitches tryin to get fucked by these soldiers | |
| Talkin with that slang like you down but now hold on | |
| See now that's enough to get yo' devil-ass stole on | |
| Fuckin with the wrong nigga, playin with my cash | |
| I'm known for puttin devils on they motherfuckin back | |
| Blast through the front do', what the fuck I'm 'posed to talk? | |
| Fuck court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk | |
| Brownout at nine, had no motherfuckin mercy | |
| So who the sexy nigga, bitch record label murder | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (nigga label murder) Now we fin' to start some shit | |
| (that nigga fin' to start) Motherfuckers shoulda quit | |
| (better have a nigga money) Out for each and every dime | |
| Seem like everytime I turn around | |
| some janky motherfucker tryin to take what's mine | |
| (nigga label murder) Got the whole fuckin click | |
| (that nigga fin' to start) Now we fin' to start some shit | |
| (better have a nigga money) Got these niggaz out the zoo for the job | |
| Bow down, motherfucker you can die when we start robbin | |
| (Paris) | |
| So many times I seen these niggaz fucked up out they chips | |
| Cause they didn't know the game, only makin 10 percent | |
| Dealin with these fuckin jews, now you losin everytime | |
| How many platinum niggaz standin in the county line | |
| Make you wanna get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car | |
| Baby renegotiate, fuckin with them Scars | |
| Now you askin who I'm talkin bout, homey you can pick | |
| This whole industry got nigga shit on whitey dick | |
| And then since I'm a soldier known to speak my fuckin mind | |
| I'ma put you up on game, everytime I start to rhyme | |
| Fuck that devil get yo' own man, learn about some shit | |
| Or be another broke nigga, tellin what he did | |
| And now I think you know, that I really gives a FUCK | |
| Fear no evil cause I'm God, let that devil try his luck | |
| Last man standin up, for the truth, say you heard it | |
| These players gettin played homey, record label murder | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Paris | |
| Paris | |
| Now what would you do, if I blast | |
| all up in yo' shit, motherfuck the whole staff | |
| Niggaz know I flow, nine millimeter shittin slugs | |
| I' m seein bloody bodies on the motherfuckin rug | |
| Six o' clock be the time if it' s on let it be | |
| You see it in my eyes, ridin through, hella deep | |
| See, bitch you ain' t gon' do me like you did Da Lench Mob | |
| I' m decorated in this game, I played too motherfuckin long | |
| Now I ain' t gotta name nobody name | |
| All I' m knowin is the whole fuckin roster is complainin | |
| Talkin bout these white boys tryin to do promotion | |
| And white bitches tryin to get fucked by these soldiers | |
| Talkin with that slang like you down but now hold on | |
| See now that' s enough to get yo' devilass stole on | |
| Fuckin with the wrong nigga, playin with my cash | |
| I' m known for puttin devils on they motherfuckin back | |
| Blast through the front do', what the fuck I' m ' posed to talk? | |
| Fuck court, I' ll be a dead nigga ' fore you walk | |
| Brownout at nine, had no motherfuckin mercy | |
| So who the sexy nigga, bitch record label murder | |
| Chorus | |
| nigga label murder Now we fin' to start some shit | |
| that nigga fin' to start Motherfuckers shoulda quit | |
| better have a nigga money Out for each and every dime | |
| Seem like everytime I turn around | |
| some janky motherfucker tryin to take what' s mine | |
| nigga label murder Got the whole fuckin click | |
| that nigga fin' to start Now we fin' to start some shit | |
| better have a nigga money Got these niggaz out the zoo for the job | |
| Bow down, motherfucker you can die when we start robbin | |
| Paris | |
| So many times I seen these niggaz fucked up out they chips | |
| Cause they didn' t know the game, only makin 10 percent | |
| Dealin with these fuckin jews, now you losin everytime | |
| How many platinum niggaz standin in the county line | |
| Make you wanna get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car | |
| Baby renegotiate, fuckin with them Scars | |
| Now you askin who I' m talkin bout, homey you can pick | |
| This whole industry got nigga shit on whitey dick | |
| And then since I' m a soldier known to speak my fuckin mind | |
| I' ma put you up on game, everytime I start to rhyme | |
| Fuck that devil get yo' own man, learn about some shit | |
| Or be another broke nigga, tellin what he did | |
| And now I think you know, that I really gives a FUCK | |
| Fear no evil cause I' m God, let that devil try his luck | |
| Last man standin up, for the truth, say you heard it | |
| These players gettin played homey, record label murder | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Paris | |
| Paris | |
| Now what would you do, if I blast | |
| all up in yo' shit, motherfuck the whole staff | |
| Niggaz know I flow, nine millimeter shittin slugs | |
| I' m seein bloody bodies on the motherfuckin rug | |
| Six o' clock be the time if it' s on let it be | |
| You see it in my eyes, ridin through, hella deep | |
| See, bitch you ain' t gon' do me like you did Da Lench Mob | |
| I' m decorated in this game, I played too motherfuckin long | |
| Now I ain' t gotta name nobody name | |
| All I' m knowin is the whole fuckin roster is complainin | |
| Talkin bout these white boys tryin to do promotion | |
| And white bitches tryin to get fucked by these soldiers | |
| Talkin with that slang like you down but now hold on | |
| See now that' s enough to get yo' devilass stole on | |
| Fuckin with the wrong nigga, playin with my cash | |
| I' m known for puttin devils on they motherfuckin back | |
| Blast through the front do', what the fuck I' m ' posed to talk? | |
| Fuck court, I' ll be a dead nigga ' fore you walk | |
| Brownout at nine, had no motherfuckin mercy | |
| So who the sexy nigga, bitch record label murder | |
| Chorus | |
| nigga label murder Now we fin' to start some shit | |
| that nigga fin' to start Motherfuckers shoulda quit | |
| better have a nigga money Out for each and every dime | |
| Seem like everytime I turn around | |
| some janky motherfucker tryin to take what' s mine | |
| nigga label murder Got the whole fuckin click | |
| that nigga fin' to start Now we fin' to start some shit | |
| better have a nigga money Got these niggaz out the zoo for the job | |
| Bow down, motherfucker you can die when we start robbin | |
| Paris | |
| So many times I seen these niggaz fucked up out they chips | |
| Cause they didn' t know the game, only makin 10 percent | |
| Dealin with these fuckin jews, now you losin everytime | |
| How many platinum niggaz standin in the county line | |
| Make you wanna get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car | |
| Baby renegotiate, fuckin with them Scars | |
| Now you askin who I' m talkin bout, homey you can pick | |
| This whole industry got nigga shit on whitey dick | |
| And then since I' m a soldier known to speak my fuckin mind | |
| I' ma put you up on game, everytime I start to rhyme | |
| Fuck that devil get yo' own man, learn about some shit | |
| Or be another broke nigga, tellin what he did | |
| And now I think you know, that I really gives a FUCK | |
| Fear no evil cause I' m God, let that devil try his luck | |
| Last man standin up, for the truth, say you heard it | |
| These players gettin played homey, record label murder | |
| Chorus |
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