| 作词 : Haynie, Woods | |
| (feat. Ice Water Inc.) [Intro: Polite (P.C.)] [whispering] | |
| Eh yo.. eh yo. [speaking normally] | |
| Ice Water (yeah yeah) | |
| Don't get it twisted | |
| We'll shoot yo' ass, nigga | |
| Haha (P.C., nigga, P.C.) | |
| Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live [Stumic] | |
| Yo it's a new year, bitch, and | |
| I'm takin' over | |
| My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over | |
| Niggas, talkin' faces, soldier | |
| If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda | |
| On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than | |
| Oprah I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster | |
| I talk slick and | |
| I'm sprayin' the toaster | |
| Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way | |
| I'm supposed to | |
| You the type to go up | |
| North straight scrappin' a sore butt | |
| And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up | |
| You got work? | |
| I'll be rapin' ya dolja | |
| I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up | |
| Cuz the draft's like a bomb and | |
| I'm waitin' to blow up | |
| I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame into donuts [P.C.] | |
| Yo.. yo.. yo. | |
| Eh yo I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop | |
| Wanna battle? | |
| Name ya price, | |
| I'ma raise the pot | |
| Put ya car on the line, | |
| I'ma take ya drop | |
| Put ya jewels up, | |
| I'ma take ya chain and watch | |
| It's like | |
| I hard ball and you, play soft | |
| Just call me the | |
| Hitler when | |
| I spit about eight off (Adolf) | |
| Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me? | |
| Beat you black and blue like a | |
| Hitman jersey | |
| P.C. never been known to play games | |
| I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain | |
| I cock and aim, miss you then pop ya dame | |
| Only reason that | |
| I came through's to lock the game [Chorus: Polite] | |
| Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking] | |
| You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? | |
| Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh? | |
| Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking] | |
| You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? | |
| Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh? [Cigars] | |
| Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate | |
| Don't give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make | |
| And I know you see the draw on the waist | |
| Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face | |
| They call me | |
| Alexander | |
| Sean the Great | |
| Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake | |
| I need this bank money, throw me the safe | |
| All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place | |
| Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks | |
| Shit is take free, not used to money off the books | |
| Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks | |
| I'm a pirate in this rap shit, | |
| I leave you niggas off the hook [Polite] | |
| What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib? | |
| Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids | |
| And we only got hours to live | |
| So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge ' | |
| Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas | |
| Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some | |
| Brooklyn niggas | |
| Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin | |
| Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin | |
| Smoke a lot of weed so | |
| I don't like to fight | |
| But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe | |
| Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite | |
| Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night | |
| You fucker! [Chorus] [Outro: Polite (Stumic)] | |
| I'm tellin' you, man | |
| Young motherfuckers, man | |
| Y'all niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off | |
| Who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' fuckin' call when | |
| I put this motherfuckin fo'-fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy? | |
| Haha (Shot in yo' face) | |
| Who the fuck you gon' call? (Call the cops) | |
| Uh-uh, uh-uh |
| zuo ci : Haynie, Woods | |
| feat. Ice Water Inc. Intro: Polite P. C. whispering | |
| Eh yo.. eh yo. speaking normally | |
| Ice Water yeah yeah | |
| Don' t get it twisted | |
| We' ll shoot yo' ass, nigga | |
| Haha P. C., nigga, P. C. | |
| Y' all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live Stumic | |
| Yo it' s a new year, bitch, and | |
| I' m takin' over | |
| My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over | |
| Niggas, talkin' faces, soldier | |
| If rap don' t work, get back to that bakin' soda | |
| On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than | |
| Oprah I got clips that' ll leave you with ya face on a poster | |
| I talk slick and | |
| I' m sprayin' the toaster | |
| Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way | |
| I' m supposed to | |
| You the type to go up | |
| North straight scrappin' a sore butt | |
| And ain' t nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up | |
| You got work? | |
| I' ll be rapin' ya dolja | |
| I' m takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up | |
| Cuz the draft' s like a bomb and | |
| I' m waitin' to blow up | |
| I' ll take cash on ya mom' s and turn her frame into donuts P. C. | |
| Yo.. yo.. yo. | |
| Eh yo I' m blazin' hot, never haze or flop | |
| Wanna battle? | |
| Name ya price, | |
| I' ma raise the pot | |
| Put ya car on the line, | |
| I' ma take ya drop | |
| Put ya jewels up, | |
| I' ma take ya chain and watch | |
| It' s like | |
| I hard ball and you, play soft | |
| Just call me the | |
| Hitler when | |
| I spit about eight off Adolf | |
| Shots' ll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me? | |
| Beat you black and blue like a | |
| Hitman jersey | |
| P. C. never been known to play games | |
| I spray things that' ll rearrange ya brain | |
| I cock and aim, miss you then pop ya dame | |
| Only reason that | |
| I came through' s to lock the game Chorus: Polite | |
| Yo it' s time to die, who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? barking | |
| You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? | |
| Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh? | |
| Yo it' s time to die, who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? barking | |
| You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? | |
| Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh? Cigars | |
| Y' all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate | |
| Don' t give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make | |
| And I know you see the draw on the waist | |
| Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face | |
| They call me | |
| Alexander | |
| Sean the Great | |
| Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake | |
| I need this bank money, throw me the safe | |
| All these killas involved, the cops' ll fuck around and chalk the place | |
| Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks | |
| Shit is take free, not used to money off the books | |
| Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks | |
| I' m a pirate in this rap shit, | |
| I leave you niggas off the hook Polite | |
| What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib? | |
| Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids | |
| And we only got hours to live | |
| So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge ' | |
| Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas | |
| Cuz I' ll rob yo' ass faster than some | |
| Brooklyn niggas | |
| Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin | |
| Everybody killas now and ain' t nobody leakin | |
| Smoke a lot of weed so | |
| I don' t like to fight | |
| But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe | |
| Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite | |
| Give a fuck about a hood, it ain' t safe at night | |
| You fucker! Chorus Outro: Polite Stumic | |
| I' m tellin' you, man | |
| Young motherfuckers, man | |
| Y' all niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off | |
| Who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' fuckin' call when | |
| I put this motherfuckin fo' fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy? | |
| Haha Shot in yo' face | |
| Who the fuck you gon' call? Call the cops | |
| Uhuh, uhuh |
| zuò cí : Haynie, Woods | |
| feat. Ice Water Inc. Intro: Polite P. C. whispering | |
| Eh yo.. eh yo. speaking normally | |
| Ice Water yeah yeah | |
| Don' t get it twisted | |
| We' ll shoot yo' ass, nigga | |
| Haha P. C., nigga, P. C. | |
| Y' all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live Stumic | |
| Yo it' s a new year, bitch, and | |
| I' m takin' over | |
| My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over | |
| Niggas, talkin' faces, soldier | |
| If rap don' t work, get back to that bakin' soda | |
| On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than | |
| Oprah I got clips that' ll leave you with ya face on a poster | |
| I talk slick and | |
| I' m sprayin' the toaster | |
| Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way | |
| I' m supposed to | |
| You the type to go up | |
| North straight scrappin' a sore butt | |
| And ain' t nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up | |
| You got work? | |
| I' ll be rapin' ya dolja | |
| I' m takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up | |
| Cuz the draft' s like a bomb and | |
| I' m waitin' to blow up | |
| I' ll take cash on ya mom' s and turn her frame into donuts P. C. | |
| Yo.. yo.. yo. | |
| Eh yo I' m blazin' hot, never haze or flop | |
| Wanna battle? | |
| Name ya price, | |
| I' ma raise the pot | |
| Put ya car on the line, | |
| I' ma take ya drop | |
| Put ya jewels up, | |
| I' ma take ya chain and watch | |
| It' s like | |
| I hard ball and you, play soft | |
| Just call me the | |
| Hitler when | |
| I spit about eight off Adolf | |
| Shots' ll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me? | |
| Beat you black and blue like a | |
| Hitman jersey | |
| P. C. never been known to play games | |
| I spray things that' ll rearrange ya brain | |
| I cock and aim, miss you then pop ya dame | |
| Only reason that | |
| I came through' s to lock the game Chorus: Polite | |
| Yo it' s time to die, who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? barking | |
| You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? | |
| Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh? | |
| Yo it' s time to die, who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? barking | |
| You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? | |
| Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh? Cigars | |
| Y' all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate | |
| Don' t give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make | |
| And I know you see the draw on the waist | |
| Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face | |
| They call me | |
| Alexander | |
| Sean the Great | |
| Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake | |
| I need this bank money, throw me the safe | |
| All these killas involved, the cops' ll fuck around and chalk the place | |
| Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks | |
| Shit is take free, not used to money off the books | |
| Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks | |
| I' m a pirate in this rap shit, | |
| I leave you niggas off the hook Polite | |
| What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib? | |
| Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids | |
| And we only got hours to live | |
| So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge ' | |
| Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas | |
| Cuz I' ll rob yo' ass faster than some | |
| Brooklyn niggas | |
| Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin | |
| Everybody killas now and ain' t nobody leakin | |
| Smoke a lot of weed so | |
| I don' t like to fight | |
| But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe | |
| Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite | |
| Give a fuck about a hood, it ain' t safe at night | |
| You fucker! Chorus Outro: Polite Stumic | |
| I' m tellin' you, man | |
| Young motherfuckers, man | |
| Y' all niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off | |
| Who you gon' run to? | |
| Who you gon' fuckin' call when | |
| I put this motherfuckin fo' fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy? | |
| Haha Shot in yo' face | |
| Who the fuck you gon' call? Call the cops | |
| Uhuh, uhuh |
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