作词 : Derrick Johnson
作曲 : Derrick Johnson
Hook
This ain’ t radio-ready this is mixtape heavy
For them hip-hop heads, every dose is real deadly
Bodies in the buildin’, everybody’s catchin’ feelins
But I don’t give a **** I’m tryna poli with the villains
Verse 1
East coast, west coast
Both is the best coast
Beatin’ on some ***** you can hear it through the bedpost
Beef and it’s a ****** or you get both of your legs broke
Let’s smoke
My shit’ll make a nigga chest choke
Yes, yo, everybody screamin’ me and Esco
Like me and him together, we can form the next Death Row
Fresh flow, got this, I ain’t tryna let go
Props shit, and I’ma hit a nigga with a TEC blow
Hot Cris, get mad respect through the Metro
Toxic, stir it up, like the Doug E. Fresh show
Wop it, smurf if a nigga got a **** beat
Hock spit on any nigga earth if he owe me
Y’all niggas know me
Ya dig?
Verse 2
Live nigga, eye a nigga back on fire
Fresh off the ave, niggas eyein’ my attire
Feet up on the dash like it ain’t no nigga flyer
Dub-sack buyer, I’m a out-of-state supplier
SIRE: That’s what they call a nigga now
Go inquire, hear how I shut niggas down
Mariah: Be glad Nick Cannon put the cuffs on
It’s sad, I was that close, we coulda got our **** on
Chucks on, bad boy, tryna get my puff on
Puffin’ on some purple cuz a mutha****a luck gone
Roll by, **** a fist, catch me on the doe side
Ghost ride ever since my man Money Mo died
Broca, Julio Igles for the cho-cha
Sosa, elite status, call me the most high
‘Fo y’all mutha****as die
Verse 3
Whips got copped, a nigga wrist got rocked
‘Round the same time ‘Face first shit dropped
The Snoop shit came, started dissin’ Luke name
Then Biggie shit blew, what a nigga gonna do?
The Illmatic dropped, nigga got a slot
Three months later, nigga sittin’ on top
Sugar Hill rocked then the whole shit flopped
Thank God I could bob, duck, weave and I box
Real nigga shit, spittin’ “Why’s a nigga rich?”
Got pride, keep cash, so y’all crabs suck ****
That’ s it
What else?
It ain’t no mo ’
[00:00.00] 作词 : Derrick Johnson
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Derrick Johnson
[00:00.00]Hook
[00:02.08]This ain’ t radio-ready this is mixtape heavy
[00:14.94]For them hip-hop heads, every dose is real deadly
[00:18.13]Bodies in the buildin’, everybody’s catchin’ feelins
[00:20.80]But I don’t give a **** I’m tryna poli with the villains
[00:23.83]Verse 1
[00:23.92]East coast, west coast
[00:25.54]Both is the best coast
[00:26.84]Beatin’ on some ***** you can hear it through the bedpost
[00:29.67]Beef and it’s a ****** or you get both of your legs broke
[00:32.59]Let’s smoke
[00:33.28]My shit’ll make a nigga chest choke
[00:35.41]Yes, yo, everybody screamin’ me and Esco
[00:38.05]Like me and him together, we can form the next Death Row
[00:41.03]Fresh flow, got this, I ain’t tryna let go
[00:43.87]Props shit, and I’ma hit a nigga with a TEC blow
[00:46.88]Hot Cris, get mad respect through the Metro
[00:49.76]Toxic, stir it up, like the Doug E. Fresh show
[00:52.58]Wop it, smurf if a nigga got a **** beat
[00:55.47]Hock spit on any nigga earth if he owe me
[00:59.33]Y’all niggas know me
[01:00.99]Ya dig?
[01:15.45]Verse 2
[01:15.57]Live nigga, eye a nigga back on fire
[01:18.48]Fresh off the ave, niggas eyein’ my attire
[01:21.35]Feet up on the dash like it ain’t no nigga flyer
[01:24.21]Dub-sack buyer, I’m a out-of-state supplier
[01:27.10]SIRE: That’s what they call a nigga now
[01:29.60]Go inquire, hear how I shut niggas down
[01:32.64]Mariah: Be glad Nick Cannon put the cuffs on
[01:35.51]It’s sad, I was that close, we coulda got our **** on
[01:38.45]Chucks on, bad boy, tryna get my puff on
[01:41.31]Puffin’ on some purple cuz a mutha****a luck gone
[01:44.32]Roll by, **** a fist, catch me on the doe side
[01:47.18]Ghost ride ever since my man Money Mo died
[01:50.03]Broca, Julio Igles for the cho-cha
[01:52.89]Sosa, elite status, call me the most high
[01:56.92]‘Fo y’all mutha****as die
[02:12.93]Verse 3
[02:12.96]Whips got copped, a nigga wrist got rocked
[02:15.84]‘Round the same time ‘Face first shit dropped
[02:18.53]The Snoop shit came, started dissin’ Luke name
[02:21.38]Then Biggie shit blew, what a nigga gonna do?
[02:24.30]The Illmatic dropped, nigga got a slot
[02:27.37]Three months later, nigga sittin’ on top
[02:30.11]Sugar Hill rocked then the whole shit flopped
[02:32.77]Thank God I could bob, duck, weave and I box
[02:35.91]Real nigga shit, spittin’ “Why’s a nigga rich?”
[02:38.45]Got pride, keep cash, so y’all crabs suck ****
[02:40.99]That’ s it
[02:43.51]What else?
[02:44.84]It ain’t no mo ’