| 作曲 : Blake, Fallico | |
| Umm, for all these wild niggas (umm, yeah) | |
| Some bullshitters, know what I'm saying (yeah) | |
| Straight runnin. wild (realize) doing their thang, yeah | |
| For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah) | |
| John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah) | |
| Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game) | |
| Don't know (Don't know) | |
| It's all a game... | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced | |
| Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore (yeah) | |
| And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young | |
| They leave .em by their loved ones | |
| People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting like some savages (savages) | |
| People acting it, pulling triggers and they stabbing kids (stabbing kids) | |
| They pose as bad boys up in club scenes | |
| Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans | |
| Then Po-Po, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits | |
| Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some next shit {*tires peel out*} | |
| Now we got our G-stripes, bragging rights | |
| Little kids with no direction, look at him right | |
| Cause he got my car to style, Medina robber style | |
| Yeah, he bad now, but remember, what comes around, goes around | |
| (shhhh) Who be blind to the future | |
| You need to understand | |
| You need to understand, my man | |
| (Yeah!!) | |
| Chorus: | |
| Peoples get themselves caught up, and then shot up | |
| Bucked to the head for all the shit they done brought up | |
| The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient | |
| Wild niggas, who be acting like they free-pacing | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Now, as time goes by | |
| He's looking out his window, see some people outside | |
| With dark clothes and dark shades | |
| And all around is pure clouds packing rain | |
| He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that | |
| Shit's going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4-pound (4-pound) | |
| He waits around, with the sweat dripping from his brow | |
| Where the law be now, nervousness has his head swinging side-to-side | |
| Checks the door, he's see his man up in the ride | |
| He's rolling outside, first looking all around | |
| The sniper fire from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground | |
| He makes a mad dash to the car door | |
| Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor {*tires peel out*} | |
| Now bullet-proof windows, they be reflecting it | |
| Now he's thinking back up to the party, he's regretting it | |
| But he's deep in it, and there's nothing he can do, but to call his boo | |
| Who be at home, taking care of his one year old | |
| He says, situation's thick, there's niggas after me | |
| It ain't no stopping them, until they capping me (naw) | |
| Hold the fort down, I.ll be aight, I.ll give you a call in the morn | |
| She says there's two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door | |
| He calls his man Nick, to check the situation (situation) | |
| When he arrives all he sees is an assassination (assassination) | |
| And when they one step ahead, so now an ambush is in the waiting | |
| Understand, you need to understand, my man | |
| (You need to recognize and realize, boy!) | |
| Chorus: (Repeat 2 times) | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| Now there's vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what's stolen | |
| He tells Jermaine to meet him at the docks | |
| At 5 o.clock, keep the glocks cocked | |
| I got the blueprints, to run up on these niggas (Word up dog!) | |
| So when the time comes for them to meet | |
| He sees the car, but finds Jermaine slumped in the driver seat (what to do) | |
| People cut themselves off of him, cause if they down they be shot too | |
| His mother's in the rage, face on the front page | |
| Now the man's after him, the clan's after him, mob's after him | |
| He's still at damage son, last thought's killing (uhhh) | |
| The only thought in his head, now to do is run | |
| Buys his ticket at the International pier son | |
| Not, knowing that there's man | |
| Standing behind .em with, 9-millimeters in hand (He turns around to his surprise) | |
| Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside | |
| And the people did the shooting, got away up with his life-time (Ah-yo) | |
| Chorus: (Repeat 3 times) | |
| (You fucking with your life boy) | |
| Yeah, (uh-uh) wild niggas (uh-uh, wild niggas) | |
| You fucking with your life boy | |
| (You fucking with your life boy) | |
| Uhhh, You fucking with your life boy | |
| Uhhh... | |
| Chorus: (Repeat 1 time) |
| zuo qu : Blake, Fallico | |
| Umm, for all these wild niggas umm, yeah | |
| Some bullshitters, know what I' m saying yeah | |
| Straight runnin. wild realize doing their thang, yeah | |
| For all those Nino Brown niggas yeah | |
| John Gotti niggas, know what I' m saying yeah | |
| Niggas trying to run shit trying to run the game | |
| Don' t know Don' t know | |
| It' s all a game... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Yo, it' s like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced | |
| Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore yeah | |
| And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young | |
| They leave . em by their loved ones | |
| People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting like some savages savages | |
| People acting it, pulling triggers and they stabbing kids stabbing kids | |
| They pose as bad boys up in club scenes | |
| Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans | |
| Then PoPo, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits | |
| Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some next shit tires peel out | |
| Now we got our Gstripes, bragging rights | |
| Little kids with no direction, look at him right | |
| Cause he got my car to style, Medina robber style | |
| Yeah, he bad now, but remember, what comes around, goes around | |
| shhhh Who be blind to the future | |
| You need to understand | |
| You need to understand, my man | |
| Yeah!! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Peoples get themselves caught up, and then shot up | |
| Bucked to the head for all the shit they done brought up | |
| The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient | |
| Wild niggas, who be acting like they freepacing | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now, as time goes by | |
| He' s looking out his window, see some people outside | |
| With dark clothes and dark shades | |
| And all around is pure clouds packing rain | |
| He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that | |
| Shit' s going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4pound 4pound | |
| He waits around, with the sweat dripping from his brow | |
| Where the law be now, nervousness has his head swinging sidetoside | |
| Checks the door, he' s see his man up in the ride | |
| He' s rolling outside, first looking all around | |
| The sniper fire from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground | |
| He makes a mad dash to the car door | |
| Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor tires peel out | |
| Now bulletproof windows, they be reflecting it | |
| Now he' s thinking back up to the party, he' s regretting it | |
| But he' s deep in it, and there' s nothing he can do, but to call his boo | |
| Who be at home, taking care of his one year old | |
| He says, situation' s thick, there' s niggas after me | |
| It ain' t no stopping them, until they capping me naw | |
| Hold the fort down, I. ll be aight, I. ll give you a call in the morn | |
| She says there' s two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door | |
| He calls his man Nick, to check the situation situation | |
| When he arrives all he sees is an assassination assassination | |
| And when they one step ahead, so now an ambush is in the waiting | |
| Understand, you need to understand, my man | |
| You need to recognize and realize, boy! | |
| Chorus: Repeat 2 times | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Now there' s vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what' s stolen | |
| He tells Jermaine to meet him at the docks | |
| At 5 o. clock, keep the glocks cocked | |
| I got the blueprints, to run up on these niggas Word up dog! | |
| So when the time comes for them to meet | |
| He sees the car, but finds Jermaine slumped in the driver seat what to do | |
| People cut themselves off of him, cause if they down they be shot too | |
| His mother' s in the rage, face on the front page | |
| Now the man' s after him, the clan' s after him, mob' s after him | |
| He' s still at damage son, last thought' s killing uhhh | |
| The only thought in his head, now to do is run | |
| Buys his ticket at the International pier son | |
| Not, knowing that there' s man | |
| Standing behind . em with, 9millimeters in hand He turns around to his surprise | |
| Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside | |
| And the people did the shooting, got away up with his lifetime Ahyo | |
| Chorus: Repeat 3 times | |
| You fucking with your life boy | |
| Yeah, uhuh wild niggas uhuh, wild niggas | |
| You fucking with your life boy | |
| You fucking with your life boy | |
| Uhhh, You fucking with your life boy | |
| Uhhh... | |
| Chorus: Repeat 1 time |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Fallico | |
| Umm, for all these wild niggas umm, yeah | |
| Some bullshitters, know what I' m saying yeah | |
| Straight runnin. wild realize doing their thang, yeah | |
| For all those Nino Brown niggas yeah | |
| John Gotti niggas, know what I' m saying yeah | |
| Niggas trying to run shit trying to run the game | |
| Don' t know Don' t know | |
| It' s all a game... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Yo, it' s like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced | |
| Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore yeah | |
| And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young | |
| They leave . em by their loved ones | |
| People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting like some savages savages | |
| People acting it, pulling triggers and they stabbing kids stabbing kids | |
| They pose as bad boys up in club scenes | |
| Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans | |
| Then PoPo, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits | |
| Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some next shit tires peel out | |
| Now we got our Gstripes, bragging rights | |
| Little kids with no direction, look at him right | |
| Cause he got my car to style, Medina robber style | |
| Yeah, he bad now, but remember, what comes around, goes around | |
| shhhh Who be blind to the future | |
| You need to understand | |
| You need to understand, my man | |
| Yeah!! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Peoples get themselves caught up, and then shot up | |
| Bucked to the head for all the shit they done brought up | |
| The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient | |
| Wild niggas, who be acting like they freepacing | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now, as time goes by | |
| He' s looking out his window, see some people outside | |
| With dark clothes and dark shades | |
| And all around is pure clouds packing rain | |
| He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that | |
| Shit' s going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4pound 4pound | |
| He waits around, with the sweat dripping from his brow | |
| Where the law be now, nervousness has his head swinging sidetoside | |
| Checks the door, he' s see his man up in the ride | |
| He' s rolling outside, first looking all around | |
| The sniper fire from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground | |
| He makes a mad dash to the car door | |
| Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor tires peel out | |
| Now bulletproof windows, they be reflecting it | |
| Now he' s thinking back up to the party, he' s regretting it | |
| But he' s deep in it, and there' s nothing he can do, but to call his boo | |
| Who be at home, taking care of his one year old | |
| He says, situation' s thick, there' s niggas after me | |
| It ain' t no stopping them, until they capping me naw | |
| Hold the fort down, I. ll be aight, I. ll give you a call in the morn | |
| She says there' s two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door | |
| He calls his man Nick, to check the situation situation | |
| When he arrives all he sees is an assassination assassination | |
| And when they one step ahead, so now an ambush is in the waiting | |
| Understand, you need to understand, my man | |
| You need to recognize and realize, boy! | |
| Chorus: Repeat 2 times | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Now there' s vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what' s stolen | |
| He tells Jermaine to meet him at the docks | |
| At 5 o. clock, keep the glocks cocked | |
| I got the blueprints, to run up on these niggas Word up dog! | |
| So when the time comes for them to meet | |
| He sees the car, but finds Jermaine slumped in the driver seat what to do | |
| People cut themselves off of him, cause if they down they be shot too | |
| His mother' s in the rage, face on the front page | |
| Now the man' s after him, the clan' s after him, mob' s after him | |
| He' s still at damage son, last thought' s killing uhhh | |
| The only thought in his head, now to do is run | |
| Buys his ticket at the International pier son | |
| Not, knowing that there' s man | |
| Standing behind . em with, 9millimeters in hand He turns around to his surprise | |
| Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside | |
| And the people did the shooting, got away up with his lifetime Ahyo | |
| Chorus: Repeat 3 times | |
| You fucking with your life boy | |
| Yeah, uhuh wild niggas uhuh, wild niggas | |
| You fucking with your life boy | |
| You fucking with your life boy | |
| Uhhh, You fucking with your life boy | |
| Uhhh... | |
| Chorus: Repeat 1 time |
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