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作词 : Diggs, Woods |
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Intro： |
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[raekwon] |
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One for you, one for me |
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Two for you, one-two for me |
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Three for you... |
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[ghostface] |
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What? i'll smack **** out ya |
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Smack fire out your ****in ass, what the **** you think this is man? |
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Get the **** up outta here man |
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[raekwon] so yo matter of fact, the man is back |
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[ghostface] think my head is madder than ****in fire |
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[raekwon] shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here |
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This ain't enough |
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[ghostface] **** it man |
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[raekwon] we gonna shoot right over there |
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And yo them niggaz got the big cream over there |
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So just chill |
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[ghostface] so let's do this the **** up, roll up like tropical kid |
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Don't play me like i got a flowerpot head kid |
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Just chill man |
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[raekwon] on the real let's go get this money fast son |
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I know how we gotta do this kid |
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*shots fire* |
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[ghostface] scrungy-head mother****er |
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Verse one: raekwon the chef |
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Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines |
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Pullin nines on, ufo's, takin they fly clothes |
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They eyes closed, we gettin loot |
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No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about |
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Guns go off and now a murder bout |
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I'm out |
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My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent |
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In a maze and, styles blazin, johnny blaze and tony starks in a daze and |
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Rhymin, my nigga lou diamond will wrap it up |
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We like meth to go and **** with noodles |
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Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me |
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Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical |
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Rap niggaz on dust and wools |
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Yo, i told you, some kill rob and fold |
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The gold's untold, **** it it beats parole |
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So stroll marvelous, soul controller |
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Of the whole globe, god damn i got it sewn |
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And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high |
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And we can talk, you can walk out the ****in building |
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And get caught, save the fully inflatable |
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Rap relatable, drug relatable |
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Niggaz here to play with you |
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A hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers |
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Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props |
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On top, jail niggaz get mad bigger |
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And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures |
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Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama |
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Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana |
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Chef may resign to boat across the farasana |
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Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate |
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They get cream and the cuisine in queens |
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I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two rings |
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Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit |
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[ghostface] sniff mad shit man, what the **** |
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*car peels and crashes* |
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Verse two: ghostface killer |
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Who's the knucklehead, wantin respect? |
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Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known |
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Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath |
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Here's his photograph |
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Run up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast |
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Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash |
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Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast |
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The full blast |
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... |
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Then skate to the next state |
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Further upstate, i heard they got crazy weight |
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Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks |
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Yo look out for jakes, give it all it takes |
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Let's burn the place before we motivate |
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Yo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate |
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If the bitch scream, for god's sake, grab the grey tape |
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It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes |
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Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin in lakes |
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Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it |
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Hits without a trace, never seen the big c rae and ghostface |
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Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth |
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Verse three: u-god |
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The rap scar is on rap chrome |
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Put it on seal it on, we're silicone |
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Spark it on your talkathon |
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This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms |
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Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone |
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Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones |
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Blowin out the door, bones but |
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Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches |
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Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense |
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These microphone professional, sensational |
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Fully operational, i got niggaz here to play with you |
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You know the steez you know my whole program |
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Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the g's |
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Guns and grams, livin fat like the hoffa |
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Mafia, sippin eatin pastas |
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Layin in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas |
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Before we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic |
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We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots |
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Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly |
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Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly |
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I smoke the weed dreams i drop top two degrees |
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Honeydips spendin g's on nails and hair weave |
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The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive force |
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We can play the a-train, back of the iron horse |
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Yo man, knahmsayin? **** it man |
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*car squeels and crashes twice* |