作词 : K. Jones/M. Winans/S. Combs
作曲 : K. Jones/M. Winans/S. Combs
S-W nine millimeter, check
Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm ready to go
Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
(Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro
You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandana
Here take it - in case I don't make it
cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it
The way I see it, mmm, sexual
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
Dawg, I got shit to make the world shak
One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake
**** them niggas, them niggas dust to m
and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me
And the funny thing about it, I'm a b*****s
And got niggas runnin' from me, like the Olympic
And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him
And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA
Chorus: Grace Jones
Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..
Lose control.. got nowhere to go..
I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle
I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple
A Snapple? B***h, I got bombs and shi
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and bullshit
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
I'm tryin' to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him and his boys leav
They at this resteraunt that serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rud
You see, I used to date this b***h from Botswan
Half-African but she looked like Madonna
Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that b***h is a frea
I used to **** her in the ass while my girl was aslee
and she the one who told me where these cats is at
I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon!
Chorus
Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh
We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white le*****ians (Hey hey baby)
The b***h Puff ready to holla at these nigga
(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)
I'm like, 'Yo DAWG, them niggas down with them niggas
And never would the drugs make the nigga slack u
I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup
And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggas just ****ing like my Yorki
Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers
Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, masochist style
Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese
My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse
Sheisty and two-sided, profession - d**k ride
And his boys, they seem to be all on his d**k
I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started sucking niggas up like a vacuu
Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin
Puff yelled, 'AWAY!' That's the cops then
My trigger finger started itchin
Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen
and next I get to missin
Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
One more shot, he's over, **** it Puff, I'm empt
(Here, I only got one shot left!)
But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death
but he was helpless,
this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis
Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)
作词 : K. Jones/M. Winans/S. Combs
作曲 : K. Jones/M. Winans/S. Combs
S-W nine millimeter, check
Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm ready to go
Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
(Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro
You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandana
Here take it - in case I don't make it
cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it
The way I see it, mmm, sexual
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
Dawg, I got shit to make the world shak
One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake
**** them niggas, them niggas dust to m
and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me
And the funny thing about it, I'm a b*****s
And got niggas runnin' from me, like the Olympic
And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him
And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA
Chorus: Grace Jones
Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..
Lose control.. got nowhere to go..
[Lil' Kim]
I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle
I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple
[Lil' Cease]
A Snapple? B***h, I got bombs and shi
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and bullshit
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
I'm tryin' to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him and his boys leav
They at this resteraunt that serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rud
You see, I used to date this b***h from Botswan
Half-African but she looked like Madonna
Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that b***h is a frea
I used to **** her in the ass while my girl was aslee
and she the one who told me where these cats is at
I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon!
Chorus
[Lil' Kim]
Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh
We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white le*****ians (Hey hey baby)
The b***h Puff ready to holla at these nigga
(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)
I'm like, 'Yo DAWG, them niggas down with them niggas
And never would the drugs make the nigga slack u
I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup
And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggas just ****ing like my Yorki
Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers
Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, masochist style
Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese
My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse
Sheisty and two-sided, profession - d**k ride
And his boys, they seem to be all on his d**k
I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started sucking niggas up like a vacuu
Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin
Puff yelled, 'AWAY!' That's the cops then
My trigger finger started itchin
Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen
and next I get to missin
Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
One more shot, he's over, **** it Puff, I'm empt
(Here, I only got one shot left!)
But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death
but he was helpless,
this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis
Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)