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作词 : Barcliff, Charlott, Mitchell ... |
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BEAT CLUB! |
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Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh - YES |
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Uhh uhh, uhh, YES, uhh uhh |
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Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh |
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Uhh, uhh uhh - YES, uhh |
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One, two, three, here we go! |
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Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug |
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You know that thug that's used to doin it out the dub |
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I go Shaft on ******z, don't make me have to call my killers |
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Staff on ******z, get bloodbaths for all you ******z |
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Yo, I ain't tryna talk *******t straight up I walk this *******t |
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I'm used to bossin *******t and offin clips |
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See hood is around my way - they talk often quick |
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To us you spit, and leave that ****** coffin *******t |
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See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang |
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Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names |
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Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks |
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I'm sick with glocks now ******* get ridiculous jocks |
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Now thug filthy ******z walkin through your club with blunts |
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Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months |
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I get trucks from the ******* and the ******z I crush |
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And figure the last ******z that ****** with us |
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Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case |
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Get up in some beef ******z end up with a screw face |
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Besides that I got a gang of P-town ******z with court cases |
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And they all gettin life |
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We can be enemies after ****** your wife, or runnin train on 'em |
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Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em |
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But I'd rather put my brain on 'em |
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Look at the *******, she got a frame on 'em |
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Mag hit it then came on 'em |
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"Alias," if you with me you ride |
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Get in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tux |
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Label me "alias" from my respects to crack this case |
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I'm past bein berserk, ****** look at my face |
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I got an ill way of showin my pain |
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****** talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain |
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I'm goin insane and y'all ******z, hatin my thang |
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Mag the illest ****** spittin, ****** the simple and plain |
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Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same |
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First ******z speak my name, off with his brain |
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Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse |
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If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap |
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How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much |
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Uncut, can't touch |
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You remind me, of *******; you *******-ass ****** |
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Up North, drawers off, snitch ass ****** |
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Now I'm hangin with superstars, and ****** them in the ****tail room |
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After the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broom |
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Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar |
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Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound (?) |
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But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill |
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I run with steel, stay in the house, put my ****** up in Jill |
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Poppin usin the pill, never did it before |
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I wanna see how it feel, when you ****** wit my skill |
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I make a mil' (?), ******* much fine in weather |
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Fam's wipin they tongues a little |
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Mag run for the street, or for the block |
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Brand new cribs still dissin the pot |
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Some bums take change see |
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Neighbors lookin at Mag strangely |
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Find theyself, hangin from a tree |
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But I'm a real life gleeful |
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"Alias" is next, but that ****** ain't diesel (?) |
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Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger |
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But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin |
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So whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide |
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and women don't know when to slow slide |
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My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidin |
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I keep them ******s holdin my fort, and keep a low **** |
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I heard the feds hate me cause I'm so live |
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From five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimes |
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Even Magoo got a watch I ain't dumb |
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Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin it from |
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I got wholesale weight, that low-sale weight |
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Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow stright |
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Cause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fake |
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That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations |
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Thugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo' |
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Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo' |
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Laid back in the same colored Escalade |
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Run over rappers that test the brake |
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Leave you under the jeep and test your faith |
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Put it in reverse and, crush your face |
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Go to court, tell the judge ****** the case |
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Go to jail, no bail, cut your face |
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Get it right ******, you dealin with apes |
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I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh |
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Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps |
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Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat |
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Like a panel ****** under your *******rt, picture that |
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How your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap? |
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Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the day |
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******z think they so cold like they jewelry okay |
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I'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dame |
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Crackin up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?" |
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A pretty boy got ******s thinkin that the blows don't trade |
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That's the day that the curls slide under the braid |
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I'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fade |
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Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed |
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Puttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like Jake |
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Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves |
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I'll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in Dave |
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I ain't from around yo' way, ****** I'm from V-A |