Peace Akki Lyrics
| Song | Peace Akki |
| Artist | Al Tariq |
| Album | God Connections |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fernandez, Notorious BIG ... | |
| (feat. Psycho Les) | |
| In the name of Allah.. Al' Tariq.. | |
| (?) abdullah.. God Connect y'all.. | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| What? Uhh, this how you do (this how you do) | |
| This how you do it (this how you do it nigga) | |
| This how you do it, uhh, uhh | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one (like this, it be fat) | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one (comin at'cha, we comin at'cha) | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one | |
| Like Mike J, nigga take it away | |
| [Psycho Les] | |
| Straight out the ruggedest streets | |
| we bless you with the ruggedest beats | |
| To bang speakers through the metro got you petrol | |
| Once my tec blow, hollows at yo' project-o | |
| Your heartbeat, go from (?) garden, to techno music | |
| Especially the old loud music | |
| Chop it and make hits and bounce | |
| Itto ghetto way Buick with a forty ounce, between the laps | |
| Makin cream off raps, we display, con dis way | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| I bust these chickens like they clips, live fat as Jimmy Walker | |
| The stalker, speak this new talker native New Yorker | |
| Straight out the Q-Boro, my shit thorough | |
| Like ki's of uncut, raw nut up in yo' gut | |
| Say what, say what, say WHAT? My blue steel lethal | |
| plus my peoples, rollin two deep, there ain't no equal | |
| Ain't no sequel to this horrifyin, stars are dyin | |
| I peeped you in that show nigga so stop your lyin | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You're frontin (you ain't sayin nuttin) | |
| "Yo we steady hittin home runs kid while you be buntin" | |
| WHO WE? THE BEATNUTS, puffin lah lah, got this game on lock | |
| Competition HA HAH.. ("ha ha, ha ha, ha ha..") | |
| World Famous on that ass.. WHO WE? BEATNUTS | |
| Puffin lah lah, got this game on lock | |
| Competition, look, look | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| I'm cold blooded as a, matter, of fact we shackin | |
| with the slack, and pumpin them kids that live in Staten | |
| Combatin, these individ's, that burn they bridges | |
| Come on our street, and we greet you with the feet nigga | |
| [Psycho Les] | |
| All these wannabe drug dealer rappers, come on | |
| who steps in my zone and get clapped like a pawn | |
| Run up, and run you, off the avenue | |
| Once you crash I'ma tackle you.. (what?) | |
| Empty out your pock's, out to get my fat knots | |
| like a gas attendant, makin, presidentes | |
| (Presidentes.. dead presidentes.. presidentes..) | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| Aiyyo reality's really the individual's mentality | |
| Some seek eternal life, while others seek fatality | |
| It's sad to see young niggaz born to die tragically | |
| New York got a nigga fucked up, and livin savagely | |
| I'd rather be buildin cause ignorance is like drilled in | |
| Niggaz'll feed they ego but they won't feed they children | |
| But still then, you see 'em in the club | |
| Moet'n and forgettin it, actin like Allah ain't sweatin it | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Al' Tariq] | |
| Look, look - was the above par, at the Shark Bar, like an all-star | |
| And laughin, cause all of these chicks thinkin I'm Fashion | |
| They out of focus, smokin jokers | |
| Won't see the raw 'til the deal lest I peel out with the steel | |
| Cause - [singing] - I see the sucker MC fall | |
| and the beauty of it all, when the 'Nuts come shinin through.. yeah | |
| Yo peep the presentation, we dealin with innovation | |
| Junkyard shit stay up in heavy rotation | |
| Intimidation, seem to be yo' key factor | |
| I'm pushin all that shit back PUNK, like a tractor | |
| [ad libbing as the song fades] |
| zuo qu : Fernandez, Notorious BIG ... | |
| feat. Psycho Les | |
| In the name of Allah.. Al' Tariq.. | |
| ? abdullah.. God Connect y' all.. | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| What? Uhh, this how you do this how you do | |
| This how you do it this how you do it nigga | |
| This how you do it, uhh, uhh | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one like this, it be fat | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one comin at' cha, we comin at' cha | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one | |
| Like Mike J, nigga take it away | |
| Psycho Les | |
| Straight out the ruggedest streets | |
| we bless you with the ruggedest beats | |
| To bang speakers through the metro got you petrol | |
| Once my tec blow, hollows at yo' projecto | |
| Your heartbeat, go from ? garden, to techno music | |
| Especially the old loud music | |
| Chop it and make hits and bounce | |
| Itto ghetto way Buick with a forty ounce, between the laps | |
| Makin cream off raps, we display, con dis way | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| I bust these chickens like they clips, live fat as Jimmy Walker | |
| The stalker, speak this new talker native New Yorker | |
| Straight out the QBoro, my shit thorough | |
| Like ki' s of uncut, raw nut up in yo' gut | |
| Say what, say what, say WHAT? My blue steel lethal | |
| plus my peoples, rollin two deep, there ain' t no equal | |
| Ain' t no sequel to this horrifyin, stars are dyin | |
| I peeped you in that show nigga so stop your lyin | |
| Chorus | |
| You' re frontin you ain' t sayin nuttin | |
| " Yo we steady hittin home runs kid while you be buntin" | |
| WHO WE? THE BEATNUTS, puffin lah lah, got this game on lock | |
| Competition HA HAH.. " ha ha, ha ha, ha ha.." | |
| World Famous on that ass.. WHO WE? BEATNUTS | |
| Puffin lah lah, got this game on lock | |
| Competition, look, look | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| I' m cold blooded as a, matter, of fact we shackin | |
| with the slack, and pumpin them kids that live in Staten | |
| Combatin, these individ' s, that burn they bridges | |
| Come on our street, and we greet you with the feet nigga | |
| Psycho Les | |
| All these wannabe drug dealer rappers, come on | |
| who steps in my zone and get clapped like a pawn | |
| Run up, and run you, off the avenue | |
| Once you crash I' ma tackle you.. what? | |
| Empty out your pock' s, out to get my fat knots | |
| like a gas attendant, makin, presidentes | |
| Presidentes.. dead presidentes.. presidentes.. | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| Aiyyo reality' s really the individual' s mentality | |
| Some seek eternal life, while others seek fatality | |
| It' s sad to see young niggaz born to die tragically | |
| New York got a nigga fucked up, and livin savagely | |
| I' d rather be buildin cause ignorance is like drilled in | |
| Niggaz' ll feed they ego but they won' t feed they children | |
| But still then, you see ' em in the club | |
| Moet' n and forgettin it, actin like Allah ain' t sweatin it | |
| Chorus | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| Look, look was the above par, at the Shark Bar, like an allstar | |
| And laughin, cause all of these chicks thinkin I' m Fashion | |
| They out of focus, smokin jokers | |
| Won' t see the raw ' til the deal lest I peel out with the steel | |
| Cause singing I see the sucker MC fall | |
| and the beauty of it all, when the ' Nuts come shinin through.. yeah | |
| Yo peep the presentation, we dealin with innovation | |
| Junkyard shit stay up in heavy rotation | |
| Intimidation, seem to be yo' key factor | |
| I' m pushin all that shit back PUNK, like a tractor | |
| ad libbing as the song fades |
| zuò qǔ : Fernandez, Notorious BIG ... | |
| feat. Psycho Les | |
| In the name of Allah.. Al' Tariq.. | |
| ? abdullah.. God Connect y' all.. | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| What? Uhh, this how you do this how you do | |
| This how you do it this how you do it nigga | |
| This how you do it, uhh, uhh | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one like this, it be fat | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one comin at' cha, we comin at' cha | |
| Like Mike Jordan on this one | |
| Like Mike J, nigga take it away | |
| Psycho Les | |
| Straight out the ruggedest streets | |
| we bless you with the ruggedest beats | |
| To bang speakers through the metro got you petrol | |
| Once my tec blow, hollows at yo' projecto | |
| Your heartbeat, go from ? garden, to techno music | |
| Especially the old loud music | |
| Chop it and make hits and bounce | |
| Itto ghetto way Buick with a forty ounce, between the laps | |
| Makin cream off raps, we display, con dis way | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| I bust these chickens like they clips, live fat as Jimmy Walker | |
| The stalker, speak this new talker native New Yorker | |
| Straight out the QBoro, my shit thorough | |
| Like ki' s of uncut, raw nut up in yo' gut | |
| Say what, say what, say WHAT? My blue steel lethal | |
| plus my peoples, rollin two deep, there ain' t no equal | |
| Ain' t no sequel to this horrifyin, stars are dyin | |
| I peeped you in that show nigga so stop your lyin | |
| Chorus | |
| You' re frontin you ain' t sayin nuttin | |
| " Yo we steady hittin home runs kid while you be buntin" | |
| WHO WE? THE BEATNUTS, puffin lah lah, got this game on lock | |
| Competition HA HAH.. " ha ha, ha ha, ha ha.." | |
| World Famous on that ass.. WHO WE? BEATNUTS | |
| Puffin lah lah, got this game on lock | |
| Competition, look, look | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| I' m cold blooded as a, matter, of fact we shackin | |
| with the slack, and pumpin them kids that live in Staten | |
| Combatin, these individ' s, that burn they bridges | |
| Come on our street, and we greet you with the feet nigga | |
| Psycho Les | |
| All these wannabe drug dealer rappers, come on | |
| who steps in my zone and get clapped like a pawn | |
| Run up, and run you, off the avenue | |
| Once you crash I' ma tackle you.. what? | |
| Empty out your pock' s, out to get my fat knots | |
| like a gas attendant, makin, presidentes | |
| Presidentes.. dead presidentes.. presidentes.. | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| Aiyyo reality' s really the individual' s mentality | |
| Some seek eternal life, while others seek fatality | |
| It' s sad to see young niggaz born to die tragically | |
| New York got a nigga fucked up, and livin savagely | |
| I' d rather be buildin cause ignorance is like drilled in | |
| Niggaz' ll feed they ego but they won' t feed they children | |
| But still then, you see ' em in the club | |
| Moet' n and forgettin it, actin like Allah ain' t sweatin it | |
| Chorus | |
| Al' Tariq | |
| Look, look was the above par, at the Shark Bar, like an allstar | |
| And laughin, cause all of these chicks thinkin I' m Fashion | |
| They out of focus, smokin jokers | |
| Won' t see the raw ' til the deal lest I peel out with the steel | |
| Cause singing I see the sucker MC fall | |
| and the beauty of it all, when the ' Nuts come shinin through.. yeah | |
| Yo peep the presentation, we dealin with innovation | |
| Junkyard shit stay up in heavy rotation | |
| Intimidation, seem to be yo' key factor | |
| I' m pushin all that shit back PUNK, like a tractor | |
| ad libbing as the song fades |
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