| 作曲 : Hamilton, Johnson, Muhammad ... | |
| Rocafella's the army kid | |
| Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant | |
| We got fridges for the | |
| Taliban load attire man | |
| Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we next up | |
| Get wet up, | |
| I been fresh since a little one bitch | |
| I schoolThe others travel from the little gun force one's | |
| See my rocket's set, speak my name and | |
| I cock it wet | |
| How can I forget see the game she the same | |
| I tried to get back in grats hey | |
| Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard | |
| The verse off the track hey, bitches please same | |
| C won't gas me | |
| Your boy's classy for those who don't know | |
| ChrisHe like hypnotics mixed with | |
| Henney he's ferocious | |
| Toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to | |
| Open fire on any nigga that approach us | |
| Fucking roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects40-o-ez fuck a moette, mo' money mo' sex, no more stress | |
| And for the cut | |
| I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies | |
| Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers | |
| And memories and that's real, press my hand and see if my | |
| Cards reveal, had to see some of the hardest squeal, ya'll guard ya grill | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I'm sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that's that young nigga that | |
| Sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Block killin' me, yeah nigga, | |
| I can tell you why these thugs ride | |
| Tell you why these thugs die and to the day of my demise | |
| I'm blowing, | |
| I'm blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' | |
| I come in off this high | |
| Till these polies appahend me, till these pricks still to me | |
| I'm doing me | |
| I'm running crazy through the city with the two and letting my thing | |
| Quake on these noonies for even think that they can do me dirty | |
| I'm nine cluching on the west side of | |
| Philly exchanging my war | |
| Story with all of my little homies playing the | |
| MOBWho just refuse to get a job so they back | |
| And forth in and out of these correctional facilities | |
| I'm getting phone calls from him every week, laughing | |
| Talking 'bout how the whole block feeling me | |
| And how when he coming home he ride for me | |
| See that used to be me so | |
| I feel him | |
| I got love | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I'm sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that's that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Yo same o' same o' they want me to work more | |
| Just a year ago they ain't give fuck 'bout, bot | |
| As far as the bank you can't get a penny up out yours | |
| So don't tell me shit about family, we starvin' | |
| You helped me stay in this group, | |
| I beg your pardon | |
| I started this before | |
| Chris nigga don't forget | |
| Make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips | |
| Swelling on the past there's no telling if | |
| I'm blastPut it back in bags still selling to the mass | |
| You move fast might crash, so | |
| I move at my own pace | |
| Ain't no love loss 'cause | |
| I got my own taste | |
| You don't put no working hands off my plate | |
| To me that shit is snake, them referreds tell me sleep safe | |
| But wait, you niggas cake we don't need no fifths | |
| My niggas wiring up the shit | |
| While we tieing up the strip | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I'm sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that's that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man | |
| Take it from the gunners ememies won't dispute us | |
| They liking heat like in bermuta, | |
| I mack a broad out in cuba | |
| Touch ya boss then recruit cha | |
| Neva lost ain't a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga | |
| Jigga ya'll chicken scoopers plenty of times | |
| She ain't getting a penny of mine | |
| I turn your buns into the cinnamon kind wit one shot | |
| That one block still a envy of mine, like | |
| I ain't come from the same | |
| I can't run from the pain nigga, and | |
| I ain't run from a thing home | |
| They act a fool when they get hot, | |
| I turn the sun into rain though | |
| Something the game lost another one to the game | |
| From when bodies drop nuttin ashame | |
| Just a big payback boy ya | |
| Handguns'll bring the big | |
| K's backAnd spray back about a hundred and change | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I'm sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that's that young nigga that | |
| Sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame | |
| Since I was young and if | |
| I want it | |
| I claim and | |
| I got that | |
| Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at | |
| So I got a spot in the game off my profit | |
| And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get | |
| Soon to be legends | |
| Roc-A-Fella's the label property's | |
| The crew that | |
| I'm reppin', two in possession like | |
| Who wanna test us huh? | |
| You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame | |
| Since I was young and if | |
| I want it | |
| I claim and | |
| I got that | |
| Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at | |
| So I got a spot in the game off my profit | |
| And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get | |
| Soon to be legends | |
| Roc-A-Fella's the label property's | |
| The crew that | |
| I'm reppin', two in possession like | |
| Who wanna test us huh? | |
| Nucca what? | |
| Wa? |
| zuo qu : Hamilton, Johnson, Muhammad ... | |
| Rocafella' s the army kid | |
| Your digits ain' t rising fam, it' s like you' re lactose and tolerant | |
| We got fridges for the | |
| Taliban load attire man | |
| Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we next up | |
| Get wet up, | |
| I been fresh since a little one bitch | |
| I schoolThe others travel from the little gun force one' s | |
| See my rocket' s set, speak my name and | |
| I cock it wet | |
| How can I forget see the game she the same | |
| I tried to get back in grats hey | |
| Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard | |
| The verse off the track hey, bitches please same | |
| C won' t gas me | |
| Your boy' s classy for those who don' t know | |
| ChrisHe like hypnotics mixed with | |
| Henney he' s ferocious | |
| Toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to | |
| Open fire on any nigga that approach us | |
| Fucking roaches most of my niggas from the projects40oez fuck a moette, mo' money mo' sex, no more stress | |
| And for the cut | |
| I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies | |
| Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers | |
| And memories and that' s real, press my hand and see if my | |
| Cards reveal, had to see some of the hardest squeal, ya' ll guard ya grill | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that' s how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I' m sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that' s that young nigga that | |
| Sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Block killin' me, yeah nigga, | |
| I can tell you why these thugs ride | |
| Tell you why these thugs die and to the day of my demise | |
| I' m blowing, | |
| I' m blowing my lalalalalala, till' | |
| I come in off this high | |
| Till these polies appahend me, till these pricks still to me | |
| I' m doing me | |
| I' m running crazy through the city with the two and letting my thing | |
| Quake on these noonies for even think that they can do me dirty | |
| I' m nine cluching on the west side of | |
| Philly exchanging my war | |
| Story with all of my little homies playing the | |
| MOBWho just refuse to get a job so they back | |
| And forth in and out of these correctional facilities | |
| I' m getting phone calls from him every week, laughing | |
| Talking ' bout how the whole block feeling me | |
| And how when he coming home he ride for me | |
| See that used to be me so | |
| I feel him | |
| I got love | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that' s how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I' m sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that' s that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Yo same o' same o' they want me to work more | |
| Just a year ago they ain' t give fuck ' bout, bot | |
| As far as the bank you can' t get a penny up out yours | |
| So don' t tell me shit about family, we starvin' | |
| You helped me stay in this group, | |
| I beg your pardon | |
| I started this before | |
| Chris nigga don' t forget | |
| Make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips | |
| Swelling on the past there' s no telling if | |
| I' m blastPut it back in bags still selling to the mass | |
| You move fast might crash, so | |
| I move at my own pace | |
| Ain' t no love loss ' cause | |
| I got my own taste | |
| You don' t put no working hands off my plate | |
| To me that shit is snake, them referreds tell me sleep safe | |
| But wait, you niggas cake we don' t need no fifths | |
| My niggas wiring up the shit | |
| While we tieing up the strip | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that' s how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I' m sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that' s that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man | |
| Take it from the gunners ememies won' t dispute us | |
| They liking heat like in bermuta, | |
| I mack a broad out in cuba | |
| Touch ya boss then recruit cha | |
| Neva lost ain' t a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga | |
| Jigga ya' ll chicken scoopers plenty of times | |
| She ain' t getting a penny of mine | |
| I turn your buns into the cinnamon kind wit one shot | |
| That one block still a envy of mine, like | |
| I ain' t come from the same | |
| I can' t run from the pain nigga, and | |
| I ain' t run from a thing home | |
| They act a fool when they get hot, | |
| I turn the sun into rain though | |
| Something the game lost another one to the game | |
| From when bodies drop nuttin ashame | |
| Just a big payback boy ya | |
| Handguns' ll bring the big | |
| K' s backAnd spray back about a hundred and change | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that' s how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I' m sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that' s that young nigga that | |
| Sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| You dudes ain' t ' bout nothing but you front and you' re lame | |
| Since I was young and if | |
| I want it | |
| I claim and | |
| I got that | |
| Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at | |
| So I got a spot in the game off my profit | |
| And I lock that ya' ll cant do it no betta so why not get | |
| Soon to be legends | |
| RocAFella' s the label property' s | |
| The crew that | |
| I' m reppin', two in possession like | |
| Who wanna test us huh? | |
| You dudes ain' t ' bout nothing but you front and you' re lame | |
| Since I was young and if | |
| I want it | |
| I claim and | |
| I got that | |
| Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at | |
| So I got a spot in the game off my profit | |
| And I lock that ya' ll cant do it no betta so why not get | |
| Soon to be legends | |
| RocAFella' s the label property' s | |
| The crew that | |
| I' m reppin', two in possession like | |
| Who wanna test us huh? | |
| Nucca what? | |
| Wa? |
| zuò qǔ : Hamilton, Johnson, Muhammad ... | |
| Rocafella' s the army kid | |
| Your digits ain' t rising fam, it' s like you' re lactose and tolerant | |
| We got fridges for the | |
| Taliban load attire man | |
| Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we next up | |
| Get wet up, | |
| I been fresh since a little one bitch | |
| I schoolThe others travel from the little gun force one' s | |
| See my rocket' s set, speak my name and | |
| I cock it wet | |
| How can I forget see the game she the same | |
| I tried to get back in grats hey | |
| Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard | |
| The verse off the track hey, bitches please same | |
| C won' t gas me | |
| Your boy' s classy for those who don' t know | |
| ChrisHe like hypnotics mixed with | |
| Henney he' s ferocious | |
| Toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to | |
| Open fire on any nigga that approach us | |
| Fucking roaches most of my niggas from the projects40oez fuck a moette, mo' money mo' sex, no more stress | |
| And for the cut | |
| I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies | |
| Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers | |
| And memories and that' s real, press my hand and see if my | |
| Cards reveal, had to see some of the hardest squeal, ya' ll guard ya grill | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that' s how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I' m sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that' s that young nigga that | |
| Sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Block killin' me, yeah nigga, | |
| I can tell you why these thugs ride | |
| Tell you why these thugs die and to the day of my demise | |
| I' m blowing, | |
| I' m blowing my lalalalalala, till' | |
| I come in off this high | |
| Till these polies appahend me, till these pricks still to me | |
| I' m doing me | |
| I' m running crazy through the city with the two and letting my thing | |
| Quake on these noonies for even think that they can do me dirty | |
| I' m nine cluching on the west side of | |
| Philly exchanging my war | |
| Story with all of my little homies playing the | |
| MOBWho just refuse to get a job so they back | |
| And forth in and out of these correctional facilities | |
| I' m getting phone calls from him every week, laughing | |
| Talking ' bout how the whole block feeling me | |
| And how when he coming home he ride for me | |
| See that used to be me so | |
| I feel him | |
| I got love | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that' s how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I' m sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that' s that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Yo same o' same o' they want me to work more | |
| Just a year ago they ain' t give fuck ' bout, bot | |
| As far as the bank you can' t get a penny up out yours | |
| So don' t tell me shit about family, we starvin' | |
| You helped me stay in this group, | |
| I beg your pardon | |
| I started this before | |
| Chris nigga don' t forget | |
| Make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips | |
| Swelling on the past there' s no telling if | |
| I' m blastPut it back in bags still selling to the mass | |
| You move fast might crash, so | |
| I move at my own pace | |
| Ain' t no love loss ' cause | |
| I got my own taste | |
| You don' t put no working hands off my plate | |
| To me that shit is snake, them referreds tell me sleep safe | |
| But wait, you niggas cake we don' t need no fifths | |
| My niggas wiring up the shit | |
| While we tieing up the strip | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that' s how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I' m sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that' s that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man | |
| Take it from the gunners ememies won' t dispute us | |
| They liking heat like in bermuta, | |
| I mack a broad out in cuba | |
| Touch ya boss then recruit cha | |
| Neva lost ain' t a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga | |
| Jigga ya' ll chicken scoopers plenty of times | |
| She ain' t getting a penny of mine | |
| I turn your buns into the cinnamon kind wit one shot | |
| That one block still a envy of mine, like | |
| I ain' t come from the same | |
| I can' t run from the pain nigga, and | |
| I ain' t run from a thing home | |
| They act a fool when they get hot, | |
| I turn the sun into rain though | |
| Something the game lost another one to the game | |
| From when bodies drop nuttin ashame | |
| Just a big payback boy ya | |
| Handguns' ll bring the big | |
| K' s backAnd spray back about a hundred and change | |
| Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul | |
| Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that' s how | |
| I rollRound a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes | |
| Make a whole lot of digits becuz | |
| I' m sick with the flows | |
| Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah | |
| They like oh that' s that young nigga that | |
| Sigel be with, yeah | |
| I think he ready ohh girl | |
| I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch | |
| You can get it long as you old enough | |
| You dudes ain' t ' bout nothing but you front and you' re lame | |
| Since I was young and if | |
| I want it | |
| I claim and | |
| I got that | |
| Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at | |
| So I got a spot in the game off my profit | |
| And I lock that ya' ll cant do it no betta so why not get | |
| Soon to be legends | |
| RocAFella' s the label property' s | |
| The crew that | |
| I' m reppin', two in possession like | |
| Who wanna test us huh? | |
| You dudes ain' t ' bout nothing but you front and you' re lame | |
| Since I was young and if | |
| I want it | |
| I claim and | |
| I got that | |
| Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at | |
| So I got a spot in the game off my profit | |
| And I lock that ya' ll cant do it no betta so why not get | |
| Soon to be legends | |
| RocAFella' s the label property' s | |
| The crew that | |
| I' m reppin', two in possession like | |
| Who wanna test us huh? | |
| Nucca what? | |
| Wa? |
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