Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
Y'all need to step the **** off
Y'all mother****ers ain't crazy for real
Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a ***** and his boys,for what?
Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
Than ho-ass niggas got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
Bum ***** sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a ***** name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamped
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his ****ing fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block that played lookout
For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out
No neighbourhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates, and other mother****ers
Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my dick
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
And still organizes crime and drug wars
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
There's no cuffs that's tight enough
There is no rapper that's ****ing with us
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.30]Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word
[00:03.26]Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
[00:05.32]Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
[00:07.81]I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
[00:10.13]Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
[00:12.87]Y'all need to step the **** off
[00:14.41]Y'all mother****ers ain't crazy for real
[00:16.09]
[00:17.34]Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
[00:20.08]There is no cut that's pure enough
[00:22.64]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[00:25.23]Product must be sold to you
[00:27.19]
[00:27.76]I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
[00:30.45]About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
[00:33.35]Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
[00:36.36]So I can blast a ***** and his boys,for what?
[00:41.35]Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
[00:43.72]I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
[00:46.75]Than ho-ass niggas got birth control pills
[00:48.77]I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
[00:51.77]Bum ***** sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
[00:54.51]Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
[00:57.39]And how I changed a ***** name to John Doe
[00:59.53]And while we set up camp, we got vamped
[01:01.98]Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his ****ing fangs apart
[01:04.54]Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
[01:07.44]Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
[01:10.13]He got swung on, his lungs was torn
[01:12.22]A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
[01:14.81]A regular on the block that played lookout
[01:17.81]For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out
[01:20.40]
[01:21.05]No neighbourhood is rough enough
[01:22.72]There is no clip that's full enough
[01:25.15]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[01:27.74]Product must be sold to you
[01:30.40]Fiends ain't coming fast enough
[01:33.15]There is no cut that's pure enough
[01:35.89]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[01:38.22]Product must be sold to you
[01:40.36]
[01:46.16]To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
[01:48.72]Like the last episode on gates, and other mother****ers
[01:51.49]Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
[01:54.07]And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
[01:56.68]His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
[01:59.61]Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
[02:02.14]Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
[02:07.32]His idols would lock down airports and extort
[02:09.72]Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
[02:12.72]Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
[02:17.56]The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
[02:20.66]And live large and bigger than my dick
[02:22.81]Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
[02:25.34]She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
[02:30.64]And still organizes crime and drug wars
[02:33.31]
[02:33.75]Fiends ain't coming fast enough
[02:35.79]There is no cut that's pure enough
[02:38.17]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[02:40.78]Product must be sold to you
[02:42.92]No neighborhood is rough enough
[02:46.26]There is no clips that's full enough
[02:48.69]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[02:51.31]Product must be sold to you
[02:54.13]There's no cuffs that's tight enough
[02:56.48]There is no rapper that's ****ing with us
[02:59.19]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[03:01.73]Product must be sold to you
Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
Y'all need to step the **** off
Y'all mother****ers ain't crazy for real
Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a ***** and his boys,for what?
Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
Than ho-ass niggas got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
Bum ***** sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a ***** name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamped
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his ****ing fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block that played lookout
For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out
No neighbourhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates, and other mother****ers
Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my dick
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
And still organizes crime and drug wars
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
There's no cuffs that's tight enough
There is no rapper that's ****ing with us
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.30]Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word
[00:03.26]Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
[00:05.32]Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
[00:07.81]I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
[00:10.13]Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
[00:12.87]Y'all need to step the **** off
[00:14.41]Y'all mother****ers ain't crazy for real
[00:16.09]
[00:17.34]Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
[00:20.08]There is no cut that's pure enough
[00:22.64]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[00:25.23]Product must be sold to you
[00:27.19]
[00:27.76]I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
[00:30.45]About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
[00:33.35]Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
[00:36.36]So I can blast a ***** and his boys,for what?
[00:41.35]Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
[00:43.72]I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
[00:46.75]Than ho-ass niggas got birth control pills
[00:48.77]I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
[00:51.77]Bum ***** sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
[00:54.51]Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
[00:57.39]And how I changed a ***** name to John Doe
[00:59.53]And while we set up camp, we got vamped
[01:01.98]Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his ****ing fangs apart
[01:04.54]Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
[01:07.44]Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
[01:10.13]He got swung on, his lungs was torn
[01:12.22]A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
[01:14.81]A regular on the block that played lookout
[01:17.81]For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out
[01:20.40]
[01:21.05]No neighbourhood is rough enough
[01:22.72]There is no clip that's full enough
[01:25.15]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[01:27.74]Product must be sold to you
[01:30.40]Fiends ain't coming fast enough
[01:33.15]There is no cut that's pure enough
[01:35.89]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[01:38.22]Product must be sold to you
[01:40.36]
[01:46.16]To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
[01:48.72]Like the last episode on gates, and other mother****ers
[01:51.49]Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
[01:54.07]And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
[01:56.68]His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
[01:59.61]Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
[02:02.14]Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
[02:07.32]His idols would lock down airports and extort
[02:09.72]Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
[02:12.72]Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
[02:17.56]The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
[02:20.66]And live large and bigger than my dick
[02:22.81]Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
[02:25.34]She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
[02:30.64]And still organizes crime and drug wars
[02:33.31]
[02:33.75]Fiends ain't coming fast enough
[02:35.79]There is no cut that's pure enough
[02:38.17]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[02:40.78]Product must be sold to you
[02:42.92]No neighborhood is rough enough
[02:46.26]There is no clips that's full enough
[02:48.69]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[02:51.31]Product must be sold to you
[02:54.13]There's no cuffs that's tight enough
[02:56.48]There is no rapper that's ****ing with us
[02:59.19]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[03:01.73]Product must be sold to you
Yo, yea check it...yo, yo yo yo
Yo, if you think you can **** wit the
Wu Clan Get ya nose swolled up like
Toucan If you think you can **** wit the
Wu ...
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
Poisonous, poisonous
(Word, word, word)
I should slap all y'all niggaz for comin'
In my nigga' face with ...
Yes the good life, you know *sound of glass clinking*
What the **** is that, Hell's Angels?
Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on the line one for Mr. ...
Yes the good life, you know *sound of glass clinking*
What the **** is that, Hell's Angels?
Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on the line one for Mr. ...
(j.p. maunick)
Here i sit and watch the crowds go by
Papa da papa papa yeah
But there's only one face i can see
If only they would understand
Papa da ...
I was born, witht the mic in my hand
Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land
I pulled up on the block, go out the truck
That was somethin', I had...
"At the Institute of the Music Industry we can teach you all you need to know about how to get a full-time job in the music industry, whether it's A&R...
I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
Cause it's the *****s that front, they be pulling stunts
I gotcha back, but you best to watch your fro...
Breaker,Breaker -GZA/Genius
Written by：GZA/Genius/Gary Grice/Sulayman Ansari
Breaker breaker one nine clear the line
Can you read me
Extorted your rhy...