作曲 : Kevin Mann
As I bail through the woods of the southside
Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and bail
Gone like hell right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, bitch ooh.
Watch me bail bitch but you don't see me though.
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
Well now who's he
Well it's that dead mother****er doe.
Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either give up the information,
Bitch I get shots, so bitch nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
Bitch mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten.
Bustin' em at your chin before I crept bitch.
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
Bitch welcome to your own death.
(BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
So niggas miss my sicc.
Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click.
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit.
Plus many more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
So niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacks.
And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the brain
Them niggas that really don't give a ****.
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
So bitch now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut.
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips for.
Creepin' up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a nigga's neck.
So watch the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
When I hit the block with a nine
Them fools better be duckin'
My bitch duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'.
untraceable gage shells
Only worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a bitch expected.
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a mother****er about a nigga like me.
When it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a mother****er stress.
Gotta watch your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die bitch die you'll repeat until you're buried.
That nine millimeter givin' no mother****er' respect.
Up on your back with your last breathe
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Kevin Mann
[00:11.82]As I bail through the woods of the southside
[00:14.49]Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
[00:18.81]When I peel a dome and bail
[00:20.64]Gone like hell right through the do
[00:22.68]I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, bitch ooh.
[00:25.89]Watch me bail bitch but you don't see me though.
[00:28.53]Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
[00:32.04]But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
[00:33.69]and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
[00:36.06]I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
[00:37.98]Well now who's he
[00:39.09]Well it's that dead mother****er doe.
[00:41.16]Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
[00:44.01]And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
[00:47.07]You either give up the information,
[00:49.35]Bitch I get shots, so bitch nah WHAT!
[00:51.39]I guess you wanna dose of this milla
[00:53.82]Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
[00:56.70]Bitch mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten.
[01:00.30]Bustin' em at your chin before I crept bitch.
[01:02.70]Welcome to your own death
[01:05.46]Chorus x6
[01:07.50]Bitch welcome to your own death.
[01:42.99](BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
[01:50.22]Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
[01:53.04]So niggas miss my sicc.
[01:54.54]Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click.
[01:56.73]That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit.
[02:00.18]Plus many more caps bust
[02:01.68]Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
[02:04.05]So niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacks.
[02:06.60]And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
[02:09.33]Tack one up for loc to the brain
[02:10.92]Them niggas that really don't give a ****.
[02:12.39]Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
[02:15.60]So bitch now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut.
[02:19.17]Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips for.
[02:21.51]Creepin' up in a six four impala
[02:23.85]Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
[02:27.27]Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
[02:30.00]Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
[02:32.10]Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
[02:33.87]I had ya pussin' just in case
[02:35.76]I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
[02:38.49]Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a nigga's neck.
[02:41.55]So watch the reeper when I creep crept
[02:43.77]Welcome to your own death
[03:24.27]Chorus x6
[03:34.44]When I hit the block with a nine
[03:36.18]Them fools better be duckin'
[03:37.68]My bitch duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'.
[03:41.31]untraceable gage shells
[03:42.72]Only worriers goin' to hell
[03:44.49]And 5-0 they just can't swoop
[03:46.29]See cause we mobbin' too well
[03:47.97]My murder file done pile more than a bitch expected.
[03:51.15]See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
[03:54.30]That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
[03:57.30]Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
[04:00.60]And I'm tired of warnin' a mother****er about a nigga like me.
[04:03.75]When it's hard to believe
[04:04.59]the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
[04:07.65]See that's the city and it's making a mother****er stress.
[04:10.77]Gotta watch your back like 24-7
[04:12.57]unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
[04:14.76]Up in a cemetery die bitch die you'll repeat until you're buried.
[04:19.47]That nine millimeter givin' no mother****er' respect.
[04:22.62]Up on your back with your last breathe
[04:24.84]Welcome to your own death
[04:59.22]Chorus x6
作曲 : Kevin Mann
As I bail through the woods of the southside
Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and bail
Gone like hell right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, bitch ooh.
Watch me bail bitch but you don't see me though.
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
Well now who's he
Well it's that dead mother****er doe.
Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either give up the information,
Bitch I get shots, so bitch nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
Bitch mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten.
Bustin' em at your chin before I crept bitch.
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
Bitch welcome to your own death.
(BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
So niggas miss my sicc.
Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click.
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit.
Plus many more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
So niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacks.
And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the brain
Them niggas that really don't give a ****.
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
So bitch now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut.
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips for.
Creepin' up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a nigga's neck.
So watch the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
When I hit the block with a nine
Them fools better be duckin'
My bitch duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'.
untraceable gage shells
Only worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a bitch expected.
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a mother****er about a nigga like me.
When it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a mother****er stress.
Gotta watch your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die bitch die you'll repeat until you're buried.
That nine millimeter givin' no mother****er' respect.
Up on your back with your last breathe
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Kevin Mann
[00:11.82]As I bail through the woods of the southside
[00:14.49]Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
[00:18.81]When I peel a dome and bail
[00:20.64]Gone like hell right through the do
[00:22.68]I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, bitch ooh.
[00:25.89]Watch me bail bitch but you don't see me though.
[00:28.53]Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
[00:32.04]But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
[00:33.69]and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
[00:36.06]I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
[00:37.98]Well now who's he
[00:39.09]Well it's that dead mother****er doe.
[00:41.16]Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
[00:44.01]And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
[00:47.07]You either give up the information,
[00:49.35]Bitch I get shots, so bitch nah WHAT!
[00:51.39]I guess you wanna dose of this milla
[00:53.82]Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
[00:56.70]Bitch mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten.
[01:00.30]Bustin' em at your chin before I crept bitch.
[01:02.70]Welcome to your own death
[01:05.46]Chorus x6
[01:07.50]Bitch welcome to your own death.
[01:42.99](BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
[01:50.22]Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
[01:53.04]So niggas miss my sicc.
[01:54.54]Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click.
[01:56.73]That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit.
[02:00.18]Plus many more caps bust
[02:01.68]Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
[02:04.05]So niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacks.
[02:06.60]And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
[02:09.33]Tack one up for loc to the brain
[02:10.92]Them niggas that really don't give a ****.
[02:12.39]Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
[02:15.60]So bitch now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut.
[02:19.17]Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips for.
[02:21.51]Creepin' up in a six four impala
[02:23.85]Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
[02:27.27]Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
[02:30.00]Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
[02:32.10]Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
[02:33.87]I had ya pussin' just in case
[02:35.76]I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
[02:38.49]Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a nigga's neck.
[02:41.55]So watch the reeper when I creep crept
[02:43.77]Welcome to your own death
[03:24.27]Chorus x6
[03:34.44]When I hit the block with a nine
[03:36.18]Them fools better be duckin'
[03:37.68]My bitch duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'.
[03:41.31]untraceable gage shells
[03:42.72]Only worriers goin' to hell
[03:44.49]And 5-0 they just can't swoop
[03:46.29]See cause we mobbin' too well
[03:47.97]My murder file done pile more than a bitch expected.
[03:51.15]See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
[03:54.30]That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
[03:57.30]Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
[04:00.60]And I'm tired of warnin' a mother****er about a nigga like me.
[04:03.75]When it's hard to believe
[04:04.59]the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
[04:07.65]See that's the city and it's making a mother****er stress.
[04:10.77]Gotta watch your back like 24-7
[04:12.57]unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
[04:14.76]Up in a cemetery die bitch die you'll repeat until you're buried.
[04:19.47]That nine millimeter givin' no mother****er' respect.
[04:22.62]Up on your back with your last breathe
[04:24.84]Welcome to your own death
[04:59.22]Chorus x6