作词 : Lokei
Must be some leakage in my click, some ****** done ran up in my ****
Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em layin' in
Ol 8 English piss
Got me all stressin' and sick, pickin' up bodies 'n draggin 'em, body baggin 'em
Try'na get it all done before the wagon come stashin' them
Aye put Scarface on the
T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half
That way when the police come,
Al Pacino bustin' caps
I got away with a killin', it was self defence
Had to rinse ****** off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs
Yellin' like a psycho when
I pulled it
It was cuttin' every bullet plenty of full clips
**** em, feed em tef' tips
Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up ****
I be puttin' ****** on the ground wid it, **** ****** who ain't down wid it
They can hit the back door, see
I'ma handle this
I'm so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) ****
If I gotta trip,
I'ma heat ya and eat ya
I swear I'm serious, herious, feriously hittin' chest plates
I hit them ****** up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day
See I was shootin' through the hallway
Try'na hit everything in sight
Thinkin' in my mind
I knew this **** could happen one night
Gotta hit that one right, when
I hit that one left
And I'm in the room fillin' up the wycelf, quiet steps -
Boom! ********** what'chu doin' here, don't you know
I got kids?
Hold up, he ain't dead yet, one mo' to the ribs
Try'na get body parts to relatives, like ***** you don't get it?
I cut when
I hit it, ***** nuts 'n guts ripped when
I did it
Night after night,
I had another thought of destruction
Until this evening, couldn't believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin
My baby's watchin' it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma
No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama
Didn't expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated
When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed 'em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?)
I mean five or six of 'em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face
I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge
What could
I do right now beside let it all surface
Then come **** up your **** on purpose,
I got your whole system nervous
But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives into your underground
Black Market recordin' ****, get focused
Dis Siccmade, can't nothin' possibly take that away
But if you make me mad,
I get that rage
Inflict pain, then make arrangements
Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous
Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin' to the murder
Then flamed the rush
See now it's two weeks later,
I had to cut like a cheese grater
Did in all black like a
Raider and hit ****** up like a pager, red beam laser
My trust got all ****** up so now
I'm watchin' the lights behind me
Tuckin' the metal stuff, try'na get that **** behind me
Testin' my ghetto luck, in the streets
Zigg Zagg, my crimey
We lookin' for that prime meat
We lookin' for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my life span, splatter my pipe dream
Leave you stiff like a mic stand
Yeah I'm the
Burbank titan, whether you likin' it or not
Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block
And when they first hit the locks, see
I was shot
All I saw was chrome and ****** in black ski masks, comin' in my home
They try'na take my money, they try'na get paid, so
I don't blame 'em
But I wish
I had the chopper to put the flame to 'em
But I didn't, just a hand pistol, same doin', bone gristle
Came to 'em, dumpin at shadows, and
I was havin' shoot-out battles
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LRC歌词版本
作词 : Lokei
Must be some leakage in my click, some ****** done ran up in my ****
Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em layin' in
Ol 8 English piss
Got me all stressin' and sick, pickin' up bodies 'n draggin 'em, body baggin 'em
Try'na get it all done before the wagon come stashin' them
Aye put Scarface on the
T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half
That way when the police come,
Al Pacino bustin' caps
I got away with a killin', it was self defence
Had to rinse ****** off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs
Yellin' like a psycho when
I pulled it
It was cuttin' every bullet plenty of full clips
**** em, feed em tef' tips
Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up ****
I be puttin' ****** on the ground wid it, **** ****** who ain't down wid it
They can hit the back door, see
I'ma handle this
I'm so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) ****
If I gotta trip,
I'ma heat ya and eat ya
I swear I'm serious, herious, feriously hittin' chest plates
I hit them ****** up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day [Chorus: Brotha Lynch]
See I was shootin' through the hallway
Try'na hit everything in sight
Thinkin' in my mind
I knew this **** could happen one night
Gotta hit that one right, when
I hit that one left
And I'm in the room fillin' up the wycelf, quiet steps -
Boom! ********** what'chu doin' here, don't you know
I got kids?
Hold up, he ain't dead yet, one mo' to the ribs
Try'na get body parts to relatives, like ***** you don't get it?
I cut when
I hit it, ***** nuts 'n guts ripped when
I did it [Verse 2: Zigg Zagg]
Night after night,
I had another thought of destruction
Until this evening, couldn't believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin
My baby's watchin' it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma
No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama
Didn't expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated
When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed 'em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?)
I mean five or six of 'em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face
I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge
What could
I do right now beside let it all surface
Then come **** up your **** on purpose,
I got your whole system nervous
But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives into your underground
Black Market recordin' ****, get focused
Dis Siccmade, can't nothin' possibly take that away
But if you make me mad,
I get that rage
Inflict pain, then make arrangements
Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous
Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin' to the murder
Then flamed the rush [Chorus x1] [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch]
See now it's two weeks later,
I had to cut like a cheese grater
Did in all black like a
Raider and hit ****** up like a pager, red beam laser
My trust got all ****** up so now
I'm watchin' the lights behind me
Tuckin' the metal stuff, try'na get that **** behind me
Testin' my ghetto luck, in the streets
Zigg Zagg, my crimey
We lookin' for that prime meat
We lookin' for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my life span, splatter my pipe dream
Leave you stiff like a mic stand
Yeah I'm the
Burbank titan, whether you likin' it or not
Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block
And when they first hit the locks, see
I was shot
All I saw was chrome and ****** in black ski masks, comin' in my home
They try'na take my money, they try'na get paid, so
I don't blame 'em
But I wish
I had the chopper to put the flame to 'em
But I didn't, just a hand pistol, same doin', bone gristle
Came to 'em, dumpin at shadows, and
I was havin' shoot-out battles [Chorus x2]
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纯歌词版本
作词 : Lokei
Must be some leakage in my click, some ****** done ran up in my ****
Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em layin' in
Ol 8 English piss
Got me all stressin' and sick, pickin' up bodies 'n draggin 'em, body baggin 'em
Try'na get it all done before the wagon come stashin' them
Aye put Scarface on the
T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half
That way when the police come,
Al Pacino bustin' caps
I got away with a killin', it was self defence
Had to rinse ****** off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs
Yellin' like a psycho when
I pulled it
It was cuttin' every bullet plenty of full clips
**** em, feed em tef' tips
Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up ****
I be puttin' ****** on the ground wid it, **** ****** who ain't down wid it
They can hit the back door, see
I'ma handle this
I'm so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) ****
If I gotta trip,
I'ma heat ya and eat ya
I swear I'm serious, herious, feriously hittin' chest plates
I hit them ****** up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day
See I was shootin' through the hallway
Try'na hit everything in sight
Thinkin' in my mind
I knew this **** could happen one night
Gotta hit that one right, when
I hit that one left
And I'm in the room fillin' up the wycelf, quiet steps -
Boom! ********** what'chu doin' here, don't you know
I got kids?
Hold up, he ain't dead yet, one mo' to the ribs
Try'na get body parts to relatives, like ***** you don't get it?
I cut when
I hit it, ***** nuts 'n guts ripped when
I did it
Night after night,
I had another thought of destruction
Until this evening, couldn't believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin
My baby's watchin' it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma
No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama
Didn't expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated
When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed 'em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?)
I mean five or six of 'em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face
I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge
What could
I do right now beside let it all surface
Then come **** up your **** on purpose,
I got your whole system nervous
But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives into your underground
Black Market recordin' ****, get focused
Dis Siccmade, can't nothin' possibly take that away
But if you make me mad,
I get that rage
Inflict pain, then make arrangements
Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous
Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin' to the murder
Then flamed the rush
See now it's two weeks later,
I had to cut like a cheese grater
Did in all black like a
Raider and hit ****** up like a pager, red beam laser
My trust got all ****** up so now
I'm watchin' the lights behind me
Tuckin' the metal stuff, try'na get that **** behind me
Testin' my ghetto luck, in the streets
Zigg Zagg, my crimey
We lookin' for that prime meat
We lookin' for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my life span, splatter my pipe dream
Leave you stiff like a mic stand
Yeah I'm the
Burbank titan, whether you likin' it or not
Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block
And when they first hit the locks, see
I was shot
All I saw was chrome and ****** in black ski masks, comin' in my home
They try'na take my money, they try'na get paid, so
I don't blame 'em
But I wish
I had the chopper to put the flame to 'em
But I didn't, just a hand pistol, same doin', bone gristle
Came to 'em, dumpin at shadows, and
I was havin' shoot-out battles
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : Lokei
Must be some leakage in my click, some ****** done ran up in my ****
Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em layin' in
Ol 8 English piss
Got me all stressin' and sick, pickin' up bodies 'n draggin 'em, body baggin 'em
Try'na get it all done before the wagon come stashin' them
Aye put Scarface on the
T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half
That way when the police come,
Al Pacino bustin' caps
I got away with a killin', it was self defence
Had to rinse ****** off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs
Yellin' like a psycho when
I pulled it
It was cuttin' every bullet plenty of full clips
**** em, feed em tef' tips
Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up ****
I be puttin' ****** on the ground wid it, **** ****** who ain't down wid it
They can hit the back door, see
I'ma handle this
I'm so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) ****
If I gotta trip,
I'ma heat ya and eat ya
I swear I'm serious, herious, feriously hittin' chest plates
I hit them ****** up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day [Chorus: Brotha Lynch]
See I was shootin' through the hallway
Try'na hit everything in sight
Thinkin' in my mind
I knew this **** could happen one night
Gotta hit that one right, when
I hit that one left
And I'm in the room fillin' up the wycelf, quiet steps -
Boom! ********** what'chu doin' here, don't you know
I got kids?
Hold up, he ain't dead yet, one mo' to the ribs
Try'na get body parts to relatives, like ***** you don't get it?
I cut when
I hit it, ***** nuts 'n guts ripped when
I did it [Verse 2: Zigg Zagg]
Night after night,
I had another thought of destruction
Until this evening, couldn't believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin
My baby's watchin' it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma
No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama
Didn't expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated
When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed 'em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?)
I mean five or six of 'em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face
I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge
What could
I do right now beside let it all surface
Then come **** up your **** on purpose,
I got your whole system nervous
But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives into your underground
Black Market recordin' ****, get focused
Dis Siccmade, can't nothin' possibly take that away
But if you make me mad,
I get that rage
Inflict pain, then make arrangements
Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous
Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin' to the murder
Then flamed the rush [Chorus x1] [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch]
See now it's two weeks later,
I had to cut like a cheese grater
Did in all black like a
Raider and hit ****** up like a pager, red beam laser
My trust got all ****** up so now
I'm watchin' the lights behind me
Tuckin' the metal stuff, try'na get that **** behind me
Testin' my ghetto luck, in the streets
Zigg Zagg, my crimey
We lookin' for that prime meat
We lookin' for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my life span, splatter my pipe dream
Leave you stiff like a mic stand
Yeah I'm the
Burbank titan, whether you likin' it or not
Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block
And when they first hit the locks, see
I was shot
All I saw was chrome and ****** in black ski masks, comin' in my home
They try'na take my money, they try'na get paid, so
I don't blame 'em
But I wish
I had the chopper to put the flame to 'em
But I didn't, just a hand pistol, same doin', bone gristle
Came to 'em, dumpin at shadows, and
I was havin' shoot-out battles [Chorus x2]