| 作曲 : Bahamonde, Hart, Jacobs ... | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it [Red One] | |
| Yo, we walk the path, ring the bell, best of the best | |
| And we ready to blast, quick, fast, handed the task | |
| Can finish 'em off, at any cost | |
| No rules, just according to laws | |
| Yo, came to win, ain't looking for friends | |
| Just to do what we gotta to be champions | |
| Like stompin' again and again, to defeat | |
| Cause to know victory you gotta know defeat | |
| It's survival of the fittest and we playin' for keeps | |
| Deep in beef, the word on the streets is war | |
| And it's my duty to keep it raw and lay the law | |
| And if they act up, throw 'em in the figure four | |
| Yo, we met with | |
| Hart, they tried to play the part | |
| Of the big dogs who don't bark, hear the roar | |
| Red One split 'em up, hit 'em up and make sure | |
| That they don't come around here no more [Bret Hart] | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it [Misfit] | |
| Yeah, you heard the shit | |
| We hit hard and move intelligent | |
| In the squared circle, like my shadow when it's time to scream at y'all | |
| On that ass, | |
| I'm too fast | |
| You're only save outside the ropes | |
| You lost hope, tellin' me you can't cope | |
| Ain't got the skills, so sound the bell, the bout is finished | |
| Hittin' missiles, you can't beat the best, get out the busines | |
| You couldn't pin a cushion with a needle | |
| Your attempts is feeble | |
| I lock a submission make you tap fast in front of these people | |
| In record time, climb the ropes, stand up drop kick | |
| To add insult to injury, make sure you feelin' me | |
| See we, come to entertain and wreck shop | |
| And send a message to you suckers as we stand on top | |
| Don't bite what you can't chew, don't challenge what you can't do | |
| Cause when it comes down to heart, | |
| I got the power of two | |
| Pumpin' adrenaline, shit kicker, known veteran | |
| Stompin' my comp', at any grudge match, | |
| I'll make 'em try again | |
| That's my motto, you better all play in the lotto ' | |
| Cause steppin' to my title, boy you end up broke and sorrow | |
| So practisce today, come back years from tommorrow | |
| And I'll be at the top waitin', just to let you know that [Bret Hart] | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it [Red One/Misfit] | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don't take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the full body contact | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don't take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the | |
| Hitman on tracks [Red One] | |
| Get rowdy, go buckwild, show how we | |
| Stamina rocks, even though the lungs' cloudy | |
| Still first place, gold belt 'round the waist | |
| Tag team champs, here to deal wit' ya case [Misfit] | |
| Yeah, best of the best | |
| No arguments, | |
| I put it to rest | |
| Step into the ring, you pick up your chest | |
| When it comes time to flex, you ain't got nothing left | |
| No game, no fame, no name, just left a torn mess [Red One] | |
| So I suggest, that you watch your step | |
| Watch your talk, watch who you disrespect [Misfit] | |
| And watch who you team with, 'cause you'll need it | |
| I'll beat that ass down for any given reason [Bret Hart] | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it [Red One/Misfit] | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don't take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the full body contact | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don't take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the | |
| Hitman on tracks |
| zuo qu : Bahamonde, Hart, Jacobs ... | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it Red One | |
| Yo, we walk the path, ring the bell, best of the best | |
| And we ready to blast, quick, fast, handed the task | |
| Can finish ' em off, at any cost | |
| No rules, just according to laws | |
| Yo, came to win, ain' t looking for friends | |
| Just to do what we gotta to be champions | |
| Like stompin' again and again, to defeat | |
| Cause to know victory you gotta know defeat | |
| It' s survival of the fittest and we playin' for keeps | |
| Deep in beef, the word on the streets is war | |
| And it' s my duty to keep it raw and lay the law | |
| And if they act up, throw ' em in the figure four | |
| Yo, we met with | |
| Hart, they tried to play the part | |
| Of the big dogs who don' t bark, hear the roar | |
| Red One split ' em up, hit ' em up and make sure | |
| That they don' t come around here no more Bret Hart | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it Misfit | |
| Yeah, you heard the shit | |
| We hit hard and move intelligent | |
| In the squared circle, like my shadow when it' s time to scream at y' all | |
| On that ass, | |
| I' m too fast | |
| You' re only save outside the ropes | |
| You lost hope, tellin' me you can' t cope | |
| Ain' t got the skills, so sound the bell, the bout is finished | |
| Hittin' missiles, you can' t beat the best, get out the busines | |
| You couldn' t pin a cushion with a needle | |
| Your attempts is feeble | |
| I lock a submission make you tap fast in front of these people | |
| In record time, climb the ropes, stand up drop kick | |
| To add insult to injury, make sure you feelin' me | |
| See we, come to entertain and wreck shop | |
| And send a message to you suckers as we stand on top | |
| Don' t bite what you can' t chew, don' t challenge what you can' t do | |
| Cause when it comes down to heart, | |
| I got the power of two | |
| Pumpin' adrenaline, shit kicker, known veteran | |
| Stompin' my comp', at any grudge match, | |
| I' ll make ' em try again | |
| That' s my motto, you better all play in the lotto ' | |
| Cause steppin' to my title, boy you end up broke and sorrow | |
| So practisce today, come back years from tommorrow | |
| And I' ll be at the top waitin', just to let you know that Bret Hart | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it Red One Misfit | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don' t take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the full body contact | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don' t take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the | |
| Hitman on tracks Red One | |
| Get rowdy, go buckwild, show how we | |
| Stamina rocks, even though the lungs' cloudy | |
| Still first place, gold belt ' round the waist | |
| Tag team champs, here to deal wit' ya case Misfit | |
| Yeah, best of the best | |
| No arguments, | |
| I put it to rest | |
| Step into the ring, you pick up your chest | |
| When it comes time to flex, you ain' t got nothing left | |
| No game, no fame, no name, just left a torn mess Red One | |
| So I suggest, that you watch your step | |
| Watch your talk, watch who you disrespect Misfit | |
| And watch who you team with, ' cause you' ll need it | |
| I' ll beat that ass down for any given reason Bret Hart | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it Red One Misfit | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don' t take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the full body contact | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don' t take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the | |
| Hitman on tracks |
| zuò qǔ : Bahamonde, Hart, Jacobs ... | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it Red One | |
| Yo, we walk the path, ring the bell, best of the best | |
| And we ready to blast, quick, fast, handed the task | |
| Can finish ' em off, at any cost | |
| No rules, just according to laws | |
| Yo, came to win, ain' t looking for friends | |
| Just to do what we gotta to be champions | |
| Like stompin' again and again, to defeat | |
| Cause to know victory you gotta know defeat | |
| It' s survival of the fittest and we playin' for keeps | |
| Deep in beef, the word on the streets is war | |
| And it' s my duty to keep it raw and lay the law | |
| And if they act up, throw ' em in the figure four | |
| Yo, we met with | |
| Hart, they tried to play the part | |
| Of the big dogs who don' t bark, hear the roar | |
| Red One split ' em up, hit ' em up and make sure | |
| That they don' t come around here no more Bret Hart | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it Misfit | |
| Yeah, you heard the shit | |
| We hit hard and move intelligent | |
| In the squared circle, like my shadow when it' s time to scream at y' all | |
| On that ass, | |
| I' m too fast | |
| You' re only save outside the ropes | |
| You lost hope, tellin' me you can' t cope | |
| Ain' t got the skills, so sound the bell, the bout is finished | |
| Hittin' missiles, you can' t beat the best, get out the busines | |
| You couldn' t pin a cushion with a needle | |
| Your attempts is feeble | |
| I lock a submission make you tap fast in front of these people | |
| In record time, climb the ropes, stand up drop kick | |
| To add insult to injury, make sure you feelin' me | |
| See we, come to entertain and wreck shop | |
| And send a message to you suckers as we stand on top | |
| Don' t bite what you can' t chew, don' t challenge what you can' t do | |
| Cause when it comes down to heart, | |
| I got the power of two | |
| Pumpin' adrenaline, shit kicker, known veteran | |
| Stompin' my comp', at any grudge match, | |
| I' ll make ' em try again | |
| That' s my motto, you better all play in the lotto ' | |
| Cause steppin' to my title, boy you end up broke and sorrow | |
| So practisce today, come back years from tommorrow | |
| And I' ll be at the top waitin', just to let you know that Bret Hart | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it Red One Misfit | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don' t take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the full body contact | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don' t take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the | |
| Hitman on tracks Red One | |
| Get rowdy, go buckwild, show how we | |
| Stamina rocks, even though the lungs' cloudy | |
| Still first place, gold belt ' round the waist | |
| Tag team champs, here to deal wit' ya case Misfit | |
| Yeah, best of the best | |
| No arguments, | |
| I put it to rest | |
| Step into the ring, you pick up your chest | |
| When it comes time to flex, you ain' t got nothing left | |
| No game, no fame, no name, just left a torn mess Red One | |
| So I suggest, that you watch your step | |
| Watch your talk, watch who you disrespect Misfit | |
| And watch who you team with, ' cause you' ll need it | |
| I' ll beat that ass down for any given reason Bret Hart | |
| Without a doubt | |
| I am the best there is | |
| The best there was | |
| And the best there ever will be | |
| You know it Red One Misfit | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don' t take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the full body contact | |
| Yo, we break backs | |
| Don' t take crap, when we face that | |
| Ring the bell, ready for war, watch how we lay that | |
| Who that flat on the mat, three taps | |
| Head bangin' with the | |
| Hitman on tracks |
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