| Song | A Quarter to Cutthroat |
| Artist | Leaders of the New School |
| Album | T.I.M.E. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jackson/Higgins/Smith/Scott | |
| 作曲 : Jackson/Higgins/Smith/Scott | |
| Verse 1: Charlie Brown | |
| Bring one MC, two MC, three MC. | |
| Send any MC's. It doesn't matter to me. | |
| Sterp up like a thief in the night. | |
| No wins and I begin. My third eye is bright. | |
| Here to shine. Light skies the limit on D.L. | |
| Who fell, yeah time will tell. | |
| The Leaders Of The New. | |
| The #1 crew blunts and brew for the Hip-hop school. | |
| Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups. | |
| Wanna skin up (big up, big up). | |
| It's a race against the clock, and I can't stop countdown, | |
| hear the sound see Boogie Brown.. | |
| (Uptown Saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from New York, | |
| word life. You know I can kick it. | |
| At my show on the down low, you're sellin' wolf-tickets. | |
| Ha Ha, the trigger I'm tryin' to tell ya. | |
| Now my nigga, I'm getting larger and bigger the factor | |
| here to Cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor | |
| just the collective my perspective to be | |
| effective is the main objective. | |
| (Warriors come out and? props me say me nots. | |
| Any violations won't be tolerated. | |
| Let's not debate it if you hate it, 'cause I made it. | |
| The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included, | |
| in a matter of seconds you will be excluded. | |
| Checka check it out. | |
| East Coast stomp in action for rich or for poor. | |
| We created the fashion left (foot), | |
| right (foot), stomp (stomp). | |
| Leaders Of The New School do the East Coast stomp. | |
| Well it's a quarter | |
| Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
| Quarter to cutthroat. | |
| A quarter. Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
| Quarter to cutthroat. | |
| Verse 2: Dinco D. | |
| It's the power of importance making people act as is compare fair. | |
| From here to there, fair seems a little quiz | |
| So question what I conquer as Kruger kills a kid | |
| My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid | |
| Bring 'em in, bring em in | |
| See the clock on the wall with one eye open. | |
| Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut. | |
| Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win, | |
| then plenty a many men | |
| With any if any trend came rename fame shame | |
| To backspin speakin' spic spans off spills of crack bins | |
| So get your action. Right locating jaws draw. | |
| Bite mars is mourned warned rating. | |
| Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics. | |
| Mix vega a quarter woters. | |
| What you get when you're broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering | |
| Ting-a-ling-a-ling (Ding). | |
| Right on to Milo on the dot. | |
| Verse 3: Milo | |
| You want strength, what strength. | |
| What you really want strength. | |
| Milo in the dance is on Chee. | |
| Lippie L.O.N.S. lenght. Now 'nuff respect to the sekel set. | |
| Seeking section for recovery. | |
| D me a beg uni. | |
| Don't bother me. "Why, ooh? | |
| Because I and I am the one they call | |
| de pum pum docter no bother. | |
| Get vex because I og check your daughter. | |
| Ideal Punnie make the I feel better. | |
| Me naw. Want to put me wood in the wall of fire. | |
| One step, two step. Make you reach little high. | |
| You askin' why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh. | |
| Inna me carkey suit and thing. Love is all I bring inna the party. | |
| Party respect to yardie it's a rude, boy. | |
| Type inna everybody. White, Black, to Chinie pass the Heini, onset offset. | |
| No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the New school law. | |
| You better be in by sundown. | |
| Sending death threats from miles around. | |
| Busta bust down with the surround sound. | |
| Tic tac tic. Ready to pickins Hip-Hop easy listning. | |
| Time to take order 'cause it's a quarter to cut. | |
| What, what you can't front. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 4: Busta Rhymes | |
| No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics. | |
| Fiasco, Fiskell, Siskel and Ebert. | |
| Criticism, devilish exorcism. | |
| I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms. | |
| Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass. | |
| All gridlock thinking. You better think fast, Quick! | |
| Because I'm riffling down the stifling, | |
| trifling sound who's killing who, times killing you. | |
| Stupid. You need to sweat yourself. Don't sweat nobody else. | |
| I got my own perspiration check the conversation. | |
| Minutes away, your ass is through dealing. | |
| Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling. | |
| It's detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly | |
| In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity. | |
| Wack germs. You're like a cureless growing disease. | |
| Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. Discharge cheese. | |
| Ha, ease. Ha, substract counteract enemies, Ha. | |
| Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding | |
| getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading. | |
| Before you striked, you caught a stroke. | |
| Now you're half-dead nigga, 멵ause it's a quarter to cutthroat | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! (Fading) |
| zuo ci : Jackson Higgins Smith Scott | |
| zuo qu : Jackson Higgins Smith Scott | |
| Verse 1: Charlie Brown | |
| Bring one MC, two MC, three MC. | |
| Send any MC' s. It doesn' t matter to me. | |
| Sterp up like a thief in the night. | |
| No wins and I begin. My third eye is bright. | |
| Here to shine. Light skies the limit on D. L. | |
| Who fell, yeah time will tell. | |
| The Leaders Of The New. | |
| The 1 crew blunts and brew for the Hiphop school. | |
| Girls got my picture posters, pinups. | |
| Wanna skin up big up, big up. | |
| It' s a race against the clock, and I can' t stop countdown, | |
| hear the sound see Boogie Brown.. | |
| Uptown Saturday night 125 we arrive so live from New York, | |
| word life. You know I can kick it. | |
| At my show on the down low, you' re sellin' wolftickets. | |
| Ha Ha, the trigger I' m tryin' to tell ya. | |
| Now my nigga, I' m getting larger and bigger the factor | |
| here to Cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor | |
| just the collective my perspective to be | |
| effective is the main objective. | |
| Warriors come out and? props me say me nots. | |
| Any violations won' t be tolerated. | |
| Let' s not debate it if you hate it, ' cause I made it. | |
| The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included, | |
| in a matter of seconds you will be excluded. | |
| Checka check it out. | |
| East Coast stomp in action for rich or for poor. | |
| We created the fashion left foot, | |
| right foot, stomp stomp. | |
| Leaders Of The New School do the East Coast stomp. | |
| Well it' s a quarter | |
| Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
| Quarter to cutthroat. | |
| A quarter. Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
| Quarter to cutthroat. | |
| Verse 2: Dinco D. | |
| It' s the power of importance making people act as is compare fair. | |
| From here to there, fair seems a little quiz | |
| So question what I conquer as Kruger kills a kid | |
| My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid | |
| Bring ' em in, bring em in | |
| See the clock on the wall with one eye open. | |
| Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut. | |
| Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win, | |
| then plenty a many men | |
| With any if any trend came rename fame shame | |
| To backspin speakin' spic spans off spills of crack bins | |
| So get your action. Right locating jaws draw. | |
| Bite mars is mourned warned rating. | |
| Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics. | |
| Mix vega a quarter woters. | |
| What you get when you' re broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering | |
| Tingalingaling Ding. | |
| Right on to Milo on the dot. | |
| Verse 3: Milo | |
| You want strength, what strength. | |
| What you really want strength. | |
| Milo in the dance is on Chee. | |
| Lippie L. O. N. S. lenght. Now ' nuff respect to the sekel set. | |
| Seeking section for recovery. | |
| D me a beg uni. | |
| Don' t bother me. " Why, ooh? | |
| Because I and I am the one they call | |
| de pum pum docter no bother. | |
| Get vex because I og check your daughter. | |
| Ideal Punnie make the I feel better. | |
| Me naw. Want to put me wood in the wall of fire. | |
| One step, two step. Make you reach little high. | |
| You askin' why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh. | |
| Inna me carkey suit and thing. Love is all I bring inna the party. | |
| Party respect to yardie it' s a rude, boy. | |
| Type inna everybody. White, Black, to Chinie pass the Heini, onset offset. | |
| No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the New school law. | |
| You better be in by sundown. | |
| Sending death threats from miles around. | |
| Busta bust down with the surround sound. | |
| Tic tac tic. Ready to pickins HipHop easy listning. | |
| Time to take order ' cause it' s a quarter to cut. | |
| What, what you can' t front. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 4: Busta Rhymes | |
| No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics. | |
| Fiasco, Fiskell, Siskel and Ebert. | |
| Criticism, devilish exorcism. | |
| I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms. | |
| Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass. | |
| All gridlock thinking. You better think fast, Quick! | |
| Because I' m riffling down the stifling, | |
| trifling sound who' s killing who, times killing you. | |
| Stupid. You need to sweat yourself. Don' t sweat nobody else. | |
| I got my own perspiration check the conversation. | |
| Minutes away, your ass is through dealing. | |
| Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling. | |
| It' s detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly | |
| In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity. | |
| Wack germs. You' re like a cureless growing disease. | |
| Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. Discharge cheese. | |
| Ha, ease. Ha, substract counteract enemies, Ha. | |
| Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding | |
| getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading. | |
| Before you striked, you caught a stroke. | |
| Now you' re halfdead nigga, ause it' s a quarter to cutthroat | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! Fading |
| zuò cí : Jackson Higgins Smith Scott | |
| zuò qǔ : Jackson Higgins Smith Scott | |
| Verse 1: Charlie Brown | |
| Bring one MC, two MC, three MC. | |
| Send any MC' s. It doesn' t matter to me. | |
| Sterp up like a thief in the night. | |
| No wins and I begin. My third eye is bright. | |
| Here to shine. Light skies the limit on D. L. | |
| Who fell, yeah time will tell. | |
| The Leaders Of The New. | |
| The 1 crew blunts and brew for the Hiphop school. | |
| Girls got my picture posters, pinups. | |
| Wanna skin up big up, big up. | |
| It' s a race against the clock, and I can' t stop countdown, | |
| hear the sound see Boogie Brown.. | |
| Uptown Saturday night 125 we arrive so live from New York, | |
| word life. You know I can kick it. | |
| At my show on the down low, you' re sellin' wolftickets. | |
| Ha Ha, the trigger I' m tryin' to tell ya. | |
| Now my nigga, I' m getting larger and bigger the factor | |
| here to Cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor | |
| just the collective my perspective to be | |
| effective is the main objective. | |
| Warriors come out and? props me say me nots. | |
| Any violations won' t be tolerated. | |
| Let' s not debate it if you hate it, ' cause I made it. | |
| The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included, | |
| in a matter of seconds you will be excluded. | |
| Checka check it out. | |
| East Coast stomp in action for rich or for poor. | |
| We created the fashion left foot, | |
| right foot, stomp stomp. | |
| Leaders Of The New School do the East Coast stomp. | |
| Well it' s a quarter | |
| Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
| Quarter to cutthroat. | |
| A quarter. Quarter. Quarter. Quarter. | |
| Quarter to cutthroat. | |
| Verse 2: Dinco D. | |
| It' s the power of importance making people act as is compare fair. | |
| From here to there, fair seems a little quiz | |
| So question what I conquer as Kruger kills a kid | |
| My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid | |
| Bring ' em in, bring em in | |
| See the clock on the wall with one eye open. | |
| Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut. | |
| Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win, | |
| then plenty a many men | |
| With any if any trend came rename fame shame | |
| To backspin speakin' spic spans off spills of crack bins | |
| So get your action. Right locating jaws draw. | |
| Bite mars is mourned warned rating. | |
| Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics. | |
| Mix vega a quarter woters. | |
| What you get when you' re broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering | |
| Tingalingaling Ding. | |
| Right on to Milo on the dot. | |
| Verse 3: Milo | |
| You want strength, what strength. | |
| What you really want strength. | |
| Milo in the dance is on Chee. | |
| Lippie L. O. N. S. lenght. Now ' nuff respect to the sekel set. | |
| Seeking section for recovery. | |
| D me a beg uni. | |
| Don' t bother me. " Why, ooh? | |
| Because I and I am the one they call | |
| de pum pum docter no bother. | |
| Get vex because I og check your daughter. | |
| Ideal Punnie make the I feel better. | |
| Me naw. Want to put me wood in the wall of fire. | |
| One step, two step. Make you reach little high. | |
| You askin' why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh. | |
| Inna me carkey suit and thing. Love is all I bring inna the party. | |
| Party respect to yardie it' s a rude, boy. | |
| Type inna everybody. White, Black, to Chinie pass the Heini, onset offset. | |
| No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the New school law. | |
| You better be in by sundown. | |
| Sending death threats from miles around. | |
| Busta bust down with the surround sound. | |
| Tic tac tic. Ready to pickins HipHop easy listning. | |
| Time to take order ' cause it' s a quarter to cut. | |
| What, what you can' t front. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 4: Busta Rhymes | |
| No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics. | |
| Fiasco, Fiskell, Siskel and Ebert. | |
| Criticism, devilish exorcism. | |
| I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms. | |
| Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass. | |
| All gridlock thinking. You better think fast, Quick! | |
| Because I' m riffling down the stifling, | |
| trifling sound who' s killing who, times killing you. | |
| Stupid. You need to sweat yourself. Don' t sweat nobody else. | |
| I got my own perspiration check the conversation. | |
| Minutes away, your ass is through dealing. | |
| Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling. | |
| It' s detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly | |
| In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity. | |
| Wack germs. You' re like a cureless growing disease. | |
| Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. Discharge cheese. | |
| Ha, ease. Ha, substract counteract enemies, Ha. | |
| Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding | |
| getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading. | |
| Before you striked, you caught a stroke. | |
| Now you' re halfdead nigga, ause it' s a quarter to cutthroat | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! | |
| Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! Fading |